~ Keswick is large, but not Bed & Breakfast; Rather, an Inn or resort. Very expensive, old English style; Fox Hunts with Hounds and the Horns. Having retired, and part of the Perks, The company let us a weekend. My wife and I chose, that close to Easter, When Winter weather averts. […] Continue reading
~ Out in the country, a man forms in line, at a store to pay for his gas. I stand behind him, making the line; another, falls in close behind me. The man in the front hands a Fifty Dollar bill to the clerk. She holds it on purpose, up to the light, and marks […] Continue reading
~ Dialing. Ringing. Answer. Hello. May I help you? Yes, please. I would like to schedule an inspection, for fireplace conversion. What kind of work is that? I don’t know. Haven’t a clue. Is it plumbing? Yeah. That sounds about right. Okay. Hold on then. I’ll transfer you to the inspector. Dialing. Ringing. Answer. […] Continue reading
~ he was alone, as everyone is; and will be ’til each one will end. and wherever he roam, he’ll return to home; to his mind, where we find it begin. the reality though, he simply won’t go to the places that will not exist. […] Continue reading
~ I never knew much of celebrity; I never was “up on the times.” Much too much busy after a war, Getting re-fitted on Uncle Sam’s dime. An Academe, a Labyrinthine; Lost in the Halls of all Arts & Letters. A Theseus, of sorts, A […] Continue reading
~ This page of paper these pencil prints now on an iPad in pixelized bits symbolic notations dark hieroglyphs a meaning a message a hand pictograph a sign signified an idiot code signs imply signals significance […] Continue reading
~ Each day As I watch it, It slowly evades. Fade! Fade! It all fades away. Time, Oh Time! It slides by, Away! It goes by, Flies by! Belies us, Some say. It changes, Erases, Turns faces to gray. Fade! Fade! […] Continue reading
…. It’s a long, long way to yesterday, a whole lot of water now gone. An uncle once said, It”s been a good day. It comes out in the wash when all done. ~ There are triolets here, a couple more there – then, bit by bit, disappear. I remember it most, the Real wholly […] Continue reading
~ We are becoming The old folk we knew, No longer now with us, Whose losses we rue. Life, like a train trip, One track bearing to; There is no return trip – Onward, straight through. Too frequent are short stops, To drop off a few; Old folk won’t get on, Just only the new. […] Continue reading
~ A fly in the ointment, had no appointment; he did what he wanted to do: All was free-fare with everything there! and he fed to his fill until through. Then being thus sated, still nothing abated his eating – so he ate, and he ate. Now, the fly […] Continue reading
A Kook, On The Kiva …. The Cliff-dwellers, at Bandolier, live there no more. Yet, people still stop to pay their Hellos, where homes have no rooves, windows, or doors, and ask: Why did they leave? Where did they go? What is a Kiva? and What is it for? Some, hold to notions they came […] Continue reading
~ ~ Sometimes it’s hard, So hard to find, The right words that fall into measure. Sometimes it’s hard For song-sounding rhyme, To fit all the right words Together. Oft times they come; But then there are some That fall into place Like treasure. At most times, Like children, They like to be chased – […] Continue reading
…and then she will ask me, to say something nice – there’s something, I’m certain, should surely suffice. My mind dashes back through slivers of time – To memory moments, sliced by design, and think of, ponder, give over to wander though time in the mind, is always together. Birds of one feather – a […] Continue reading
~ It froze first night of winter weather, the rain and sleet and snow; where dark of night would change to ice, from sleet, first rain then snow. ~ And when the winds all blew together the ice began to splice; and all around was heard the sound of crackling and breaking of ice. ~ […] Continue reading
One day, mid-day, maybe noon, not before, there came a loud crashing and thrashing at door. I was resting from reading an old poem of Poe’s, and I’d just laid back when I started to doze. The noise now awoke me, and my senses still slow, a flutter then flapping, would stop and then go. […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 