Tales of the Tribe

  Tales of the Tribe http://wp.me/p102ON-E6  Synopsis: Society creates the stories it tells itself: factual, specious, apocryphal, dishonest; by any rendition, 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 […] Continue reading

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D-Day

…. Day Lilies bloom       in Central Virginia   Overnight       round the sixth day             each June. ~ So sudden their sight As that seen at night   When Fireflies       compete             with the moon. ~ Essential […] Continue reading

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Dos Mundos

~ In Charlottesville      there are four seasons; For Farmington,      less so.   Equidistant      more than reason; For Farmington,      more snow.   I live apart,      two separate worlds –   One, in culture,      East Coast finds; Another features      high terrains.   Of which, does Nature      or human creature, […] Continue reading

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Fish Out of Water

…. I moved to the East where they ex-wife had brought me because she so hated New Mexico.   Some folk are like that wherever they go. But I fit in easy, lizard-like so.   So I came to Virginia just ‘out of the blue.’ But really, a ‘toss up’ twixt two States I knew. […] Continue reading

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Middle Fenced

~ I once had Thanksgiving in New Mexico With a family I also once had. That was many, many moons ago; And many moons have long since passed.   And I find myself here, still middle-fenced. As some things still stay, some move on hence, And leads me to the story, which follows:   ~ […] Continue reading

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Rain

~ It’s raining in Central Virginia. It’s grey and everything’s wet. No blue sky today in Virginia, Just water is all we will get. ~ Percussions of patter, trickles of splatter, A hundred, if thousand, rivulets. The pounding and splatter of water on matter, And water wets all that it hits. ~ Amazingly more is […] Continue reading

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