~ Separation, indifference, Alienation…. Sometimes it feels Like a hole in the wall. What now becomes Of the paragon child, The beau ideal, Nonpareil? Who said such was such inasmuch as was thought? Thinking, we know, will make it all so. O! Baby […] Continue reading
“Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; ….Children, Still weaving budded aureoles, Will speak our speech and never know.” – Wallace Stevens, ‘A Postcard from the Volcano.’ ~ Farewell to the ocean, the California sun. Goodbye to great […] Continue reading
~ over the phone by lines or through air DSL Digital synthetic nature sound on a surface glint from a glare a wink on a straight face amazing culture moment to moment something to share then slowly but surely something stays there but moment by moment the […] Continue reading
Thistle and Stone ~ Whistle to bone bristles the cold; it chisels old goslings from gander. This’ll bring home the old rolling Stone, and Thistles that roam far in wander. Vestigial in some the fossiling glum, to get up and run and meander. To wrestle with roam, to nestle at home, […] Continue reading
~ Ah! Young mother, there with your son, Pray tell us, dear daughter, what have you done? “Why, the Future, my dear! You see him right here. And the Future has barely begun.” And what’s to be told for the Future of old, like us, no longer so young? Does the Future behold […] Continue reading
~ Once upon a time… it should’ve been fine. It could’ve been fine. It would’ve been fine, Once upon a time… a very old line; overused, abused, and now, it’s poor. Once upon a time… once used as a sign now, but not as before. Once […] Continue reading
~ Some shall go on, to high and great places. Others will stay, where they think it best. Some will go further, forget all the faces of those left behind, from a near distant past. Some would do so, from that never thought; […] Continue reading
~ I hope I become some part of memory somewhere of someone a snapshot of mind an image a record a minuscule sign I too then shall last beyond my just measure a slit so affixed a fitted assigned no name, need […] Continue reading
…. simple pansy beautiful flower; in purple, else yellow, or some other color: what is your fancy? what’s your desire? I know. you won’t tell me what sets you afire. Ah! pretty pansy! so simple the flower: your nonchalant fancy I do so admire. two […] Continue reading
~ The third week of March and winter malingers, with snow in the spots winter still lingers. I’m walking the sidewalks with old Isabelle – she’s thirteen, but may well be ninety. And Bob bumbles by, himself aged plenty. Old Bob is a grad, summa cum laude. […] Continue reading
Ah! Young mother! standing with son, Pray tell us, what you have done? Why, the Future, my dear! He’s standing right here. The Future has barely begun. ~ And what’s to behold for the Future, of old, like us, who are no […] Continue reading
We’d go off a huntin’ for Alamo Snow Two friends together alter egos. We two together off we would go Scraping and tearing […] Continue reading
We’ve had a great run, which was O! such great fun – That, was Our Day in the Sun! ~ We had our great run, and even now though all done, we still know we had a Run in the Sun. ~ And should all […] Continue reading
. . Damn! this is sad, now that Old Ed is dead. . What is worse is the curse, which is bad. . In the blink of an eye, we each of us die. . Then the last of the past passes by. . And nobody said that Old Ed was […] Continue reading
~ Aloha Lou, what will you do on Hotel Street today, ~ but change your clothes and drag yourself on stage for a great display. ~ All the men seated, and formally feted, wearing their blue, brown and gray. ~ While you, Lou, will sell your soul and yourself, as your youth slips silent away. […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 