Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ The last words you’ve said, To someone you love – Will they be of something substantial? The future unfolds into what, We’re not told – It might just be best to be natural. And then there’s the hope, From the ones whom…
Fiery, fiery, likened the charge, four hoof-beats will change the size of the man. The circle will shrink, but the ring enlarge, enclosing a score on Custer’s last stand. Solo each kill that builds into clusters; all fallen the men, the army of Custer’s. Violence will grow with a personal skill— and Custer had four […] Continue reading
~ Looking across the great San Juan Basin, where stands a Leviathan stone, a shock of rock that stands on its own; a story behind it, above it a dome. The people, Dineh, they call it a home; Dinétah, they say, the desert and dome. Time hath deposit the hulk of a stone: A bulk […] Continue reading
~ My dogs are my chums, the best chums of mine – I haven’t just one, but two. They’re both of a kind really quite fine – At my age, good friends are few. We’re walking the block, a diurnal walk, Down a street, a street called Calhoon; When all of a sudden! out of […] 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
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