the aura of prescience a quickening heart the presence of essence that comes with a start this is the last thing that one could expect so needless to say how soon one forgets the presence of essence and how it affects what the hell can one say but surmise and reflect change the appearance by […] Continue reading
…. this is the last time said the old man the absolute last time I’ll say this again if said more than once that was enough lord knows a bunch is much too much stuff he’d say the more often too often as fact he must have forgotten each time coming back this absolutely this […] Continue reading
New Year’s Day Black Carrion birds encircle the sky, in search for the dying or dead. A lone little squirrel scampers right by – A whole ‘nother world lies ahead. Last year’s leaves still cling to the vine, they rustle and rattle in wind. An old man clings to the end of a line, the […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 