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 →
~ I am so blind, I’ve lost my night vision. Each day Unto next I forget I’m used to familiar, The routine of head, Not close, But at most A close fit. And time, when it then comes, As time always will, It laughs when I ask it To stop and stand still. […] Continue reading →
~ In nearing the end of Summertime season, One wonders where Winter, Spring and Fall go. The Young Ones who made it, thus far, are still here – Amazing, since Chance is a Fiction unknown. As Fledglings depart, it marks a new season; It begins just […] Continue reading →
~ She gives of her life For the sake of the hive: Her goal gives meaning to life. ~ The hive and the queen, Both must survive! This be the reason she’s alive. ~ No thought of the Self. No saving of Soul. No purpose to reason the Goal. […] Continue reading →
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