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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Union Station and Paradigm Shift

  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 – […] Continue reading

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Mythopoeia

~ A blank sheet of paper     Awaits to be filled; Marks, unto letters;     Words, to be spilled.   Lines, run to margins,    To keep them entailed: Thoughts put on paper,     Potential, trammelled.   Like gardens that taper     From fresh fallowed fields, Thoughts are the crops,   […] Continue reading

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Oblivion

~ he was alone,     as everyone is; and will be ’til each one will end.   and wherever     he roam, he’ll return     to home;   to his mind,     where we find         it begin.   the reality though,     he simply won’t go to the places     that will not exist. […] Continue reading

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The Nines

~ Nine is a number     assigned to a month.   Nine is the number     to months of the year   We pass through     to get to to finally reach here.   Remember    September     Ninth month    of the year.     ~ Three quarters an annum,     three fourths so near   […] Continue reading

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An Idea of Reason

~ In nearing the end     of Summertime season, One wonders where Winter,     Spring and Fall go.   The Young Ones     who made it,  thus far,          are still here – Amazing,     since Chance         is a Fiction  unknown.   As Fledglings depart,     it marks a new season; It begins just […] Continue reading

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Another Fiction

~ The Western Sky     is high and dry Where rocky mountains     fill the eye, And rivers run     not East     but West, The Anglo-Saxon     man came last.   For years, and years,     the Native Man Had lived and tooled     the Western Land. Upon this open     vast terrain, The […] Continue reading

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Solid State

  “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

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Three Fictions

…. There is a keenness which settles to mind when I am thought of some other kind.   At such times, I count myself free, the freedom which comes from anonymity.   I am not what I’m thought that I am – No one knows the simple man.   …. There are but few who […] Continue reading

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Metaphor Making

meta phorically  – such a hard word – thinking can be tricky business. That glorious sun!    erstwhile it runs would not be the same    without Texas.   Were this not so    how would we know insane    is the metaphor breaking. The state right next door    makes Cajun decor a stage      a mode      a being.   […] Continue reading

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A Supreme Fiction

~ It was here where I saw you two years ago.   Do you still live in the only world that you know?   Our worlds are diff’rent, though not – they’re the same.   My world is fiction. But, even that is a name.   Wallace once called it a supreme kind of game. […] Continue reading

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