~ A child will be born To a latter-day father: It might just be one son, Or maybe a daughter. Out of one thing, And, then, into another. Nothing of parenting Had entered his head. But one life – Then everything! Is gold, where he tread. Who knows of the paths? […] Continue reading
Prologue: [The Mexican people, and the native Pueblo, steal from each other, and fight Navajo. Three native nations, just seeking to Be, elides observation, except Apache.] ~ Hot! is the color of summer air; boiling, the sand, it spreads everywhere. Water adds value – if only there were; God knows! what value, of […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 