Tales of the Tribe http://wp.me/p102ON-E6 Synopsis: Society creates the stories it tells itself: factual, specious, apocryphal, dishonest; by any rendition, according to Wallace Stevens, will still be a fiction. Myth wears the clothes of its culture, will always be a social fact, and those who would eschew these basic facets of humanity, will prove […] Continue reading →
~ Once was a family, A patriarch, head; Now, an anomaly; The patriarch dead. No bond can hold up, For long, I am told; But then, each a story, Uniquely condoled. Patriarch, matriarch, Of figurehead, old; Each category Obliquely extolled. Out from disorder An order […] Continue reading →
~ Nine is a number assigned to a month. Nine is the number to months of the year We pass through to get to to finally reach here. Remember September Ninth month of the year. ~ Three quarters an annum, three fourths so near […] Continue reading →
Time’s running out. At a point, you can tell. But you don’t. You won’t notice, you ignore it. And that point begins when close family and friends up ends and begins to diminish. ‘Diminishing Returns,’ the fancier term, I’ll just cut to the chase and […] Continue reading →
meta phorically – such a hard word – thinking can be tricky business. That glorious sun! erstwhile it runs would not be the same without Texas. Were this not so how would we know insane is the metaphor breaking. The state right next door makes Cajun decor a stage a mode a being. […] Continue reading →
in two nights running, I dreampt of the place – two nights in dreaming a nightmare. and nightmares are rare in true technicolor. too true to be true, too weird. that first night – no one! no one was there. no face […] Continue reading →
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