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An Emergence Story

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~ Tiamat’s waters once were said bitter, where that of the Abzû, cleaner and sweeter. Where the two came to they merged in together, making much profligate splinter and splatter. The off-spring, in turn, en masse where they scattered turned to the raucous that raged and engendered the flux to unfurl, spew forth, endanger the […] Continue reading →

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Minor Inceptions

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Minor Inceptions ~ The curve, in the road; A wind in the bend; Trees among sidewalks; Homes, without end. These are the few things, Reminding again, That minor inceptions Stay there and then. It all could be different; A difference depends On minor inceptions Of how, where and when. One thing for someone, Remembering, Is […] Continue reading →

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In Metaphor Trees

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The leaves of the Maple have fallen by now. All but the few still linger, somehow. Glory! in colors – green, red and orange! I feel I should know them; I don’t, they are foreign. And something as strange as leaves from a tree: A metaphor, Maple, leaves, memory. I knew them only as they […] Continue reading →

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In Houses Gone Silent

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~ Lying and sleeping far off in bed, He heard his name called: “Pop!” what it said. “Dear Heart! I’m coming.” and rose from his bed; But, searching and seeking, found nothing, instead. Empty and silent – The house was all dead! The sounds he had heard, were words in his head. A memory living; […] Continue reading →

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Peripetia

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~ A change of direction, Some call it correction, Upon introspection, Reorientation. Peripetia, It’s all in the turn; From denouement, Some lesson to learn – Unless one looses And chooses to spurn, It’s loss is the cost, To which we return. ~ ©2014,Marvin Welborn 19 October 2014.

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The Lady Llorona

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~ The Lady Llorona Passes near here – Beware! My Dear Son, The Crocodile Tears! Take “No!” As your answer. Y Tenga Cuidado! Si como se dice – “Watch out for the Lady.” I’ll give you a tale, It’s high-time you knew The Modern Medea, Dark Angel of Hell. I’ve waited to now, But Now’s […] Continue reading →

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In Houses Gone Silent

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~ Lying and sleeping far off in bed, He heard his name called: “Pop!” what it said. “Dear Heart! I’m coming.” and rose from his bed; But, searching and seeking, found nothing, instead. Empty and silent – The house was all dead! The sounds he had heard, were words in his head. A memory living; […] Continue reading →

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The Land of Enchantment

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~ Once bitten, thence smitten, it’s said, but not written, in the Land of Enchantment, of New Mexico. From Tesuque, a Pueblo, to Mescalero, White Sands, which stands near Alamogordo: The Sunshine State – ‘til as of late; the Land of Enchantment, called New Mexico. Four Corners are calling, the Pecos is sprawling, and the […] Continue reading →

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Song of Narbona

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~ So different this New Man, The Blue Man, These Dragoons of Kearny. I see him – But he, He doesn’t see me! A New Man, This Blue Man, Pale-faced as white sand, A fraction of men, Sent here by Kearny. A Blue van Of New Men, The Blue Man new army. He comes at […] Continue reading →

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Simpatico

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~ Tonight I ate The last ripe tomato, A red cherry ball, The last of the vine. And by consummation Communion made The two of us one thing Of purpose and mind. Simpatico features Of late autumn kind: A cherry tomato, And last on the vine; Both, late and last, On some point in time. […] Continue reading →

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Wildfire

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~ A high school reunion where people trade names and stories of glories, enamors, and days of spent youth, by mistruth – The past is all changed. “But, Mary was hot! Is Mary the same?” I play fool’s dominion and give away not, that Mary and I were close in close ways; but, I went […] Continue reading →

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The Head of the Monarch

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~ Awake! At three o’clock in the morning, I’m trying to get my nights and days straight. There’s six hours difference twixt Paris and Corning; A night-light shines on a watch still not set. This low dose of no doze helps to forget; one hour of regress won’t help it a bit: Today will be […] Continue reading →

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