An abstract journey through concrete Americana with a lagniappe through the “Great Discussion.” From serious humor to light-hearted gravitas, this is a trip you need to enjoy. Poetic postcards of Americana will be provided for. Our trip commences upon your arrival at Union Station, and continues until we arrive at a Paradigm Shift – not […] Continue reading
July gets hot deep in the south where water moc casin and cotton mouth slink pink lemonade in white tees & shorts pushing a trade when not in a court my god! all the fortunes they all must have made sharks? not sharks no need in the south for water moc casins and cotton mouths. […] Continue reading
~ A silence abounds, when we make our rounds, my two dogs and I on our walks. There are houses with spouses, singles, and what-nots. They don’t wave, they won’t smile, nor talk. This silence astounds on these daily done rounds, it’s the sounds of a safe distance silence. Some cut-level looks, non-verbal […] Continue reading
Society creates the stories it tells itself: factual, specious, apocryphal, dishonest; by any rendition, that 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 to be the poorer. There are […] Continue reading
Now, here is a word which seems somewhat special, in the Naming-Of-Things, de rigueur. Poingiant’s not heard, nor is it smelled – the Thing-In-Itself, not the word. Nor is it seen, which makes it quite hard to take it and taste it, as well. A door mat, floor mat, a mouse will avoid; for mice […] Continue reading
~ The bearded ladies suddenly swoon and one by one, they break into bloom. And all, by mid-May days! The late ones in June. It’s then these late ladies come to subsume all the late babies of first spring, at noon. Then later, the one-eyed- Susans assume, by which time the ladies have lost all […] Continue reading
~ An Arborvitae, evergreen, Aligned a sidewalk path; A man with dog would come along, The shrubs, the dog not pass. It had to smell where others’ tail Had bent to burn the grass; The owner stood not far away, And said his shrubs won’t last. The master of the dog spat back: His dog […] Continue reading
~ Winter Comes as Winter will, when Autumn Leaves have fallen; and little Lads will stand quite still, to wait, while Winter’s Stalling; for cold, cold Snow, the air to chill, to fill their care, Snow-balling. But, Winter comes when Winter will; while waiting be appalling. Then, Winter’s done; somewhere April, when Autumn Leaves come […] Continue reading
~ The Daffodil appears at will, decked-out in dapper yellow. No Hesitation – Presentation! becomes the dashing fellow. In bearing some green, only amber is seen, the color, a friendly logo. We spoil the child, which makes him wild. One cannot but stop, […] Continue reading
~ Another five inches, Snow falling down. One bird is singing, One bird, around. The screens of a porch Clad dandruff-white stuff, Hanging and clinging The singing gets rough, When then comes another, The other lets up. Two birds, two birds, Now two birds are heard. And then somewhat later The Blackbirds appeared, Craving attention, […] Continue reading
A silence abounds when we make our rounds, for my two dogs and I on our walks. ~ There are houses with spouses, with singles, and what-not’s. They don’t wave, they won’t smile, much less will they talk. ~ This silence astounds on these daily done rounds, it’s the sound of a safe distance silence. […] Continue reading
~ A Humming Bird! She hovers here! then darts in jet-like fashion. Fast and fleet a soundless streak. I wonder, where she keeps her bastion? This Humming Bird’s in search of flower, red with nectar sweet! She stands time still, what seems an hour, […] Continue reading
Birds of One Feather.
The dog stood in line in a vet’s tiny office, just waiting for inoculation. She was waiting her turn, behind all the others, where the one in the back always suffers. And after some wait, she just couldn’t take anymore, so the door she turned to and gaited. Patience, a virtue, but not so in […] Continue reading
~ The written down Word loses its verve, Artifacts served in the making. That of Before, happens no more. Once is enough for the taking. ~ For birds in the trees, no meaning to please. It’s the tricks of the […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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