We’re Not The Gods

Written on December 8, 2016 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ The last words you’ve said, To someone you love – Will they be of something substantial? The future unfolds into what, We’re not told – It might just be best to be natural. And then there’s the hope, From the ones whom…

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while no one was watching

Written on December 7, 2016 by tinkwelborn

The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have. (Wallace Stevens, The Necessary Angel: Essays on Reality and the Imagination.) ~ what […] Continue reading →

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Hope Like The Horseman

Written on December 2, 2016 by tinkwelborn

Along comes the horseman When things seem unclear; No rhyme nor a reason, But suddenly there. Hope is a Horseman, He comes of Free Will. The horse that he rides on, A bitter sweet pill. Darlin, sweet Darlin, There come the times Somethings seem gruesome, Yet turnout just fine. Yon comes a horseman, See how […] Continue reading →

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rubric

Written on November 28, 2016 by tinkwelborn

this is the moment it falls into place a minute more later a moment’s erased in time by time the second replaced the first in the quest to next be displaced that was a moment the time and the space dormant one moment the next one posthaste the moment one foments the next one effaced […] Continue reading →

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Sharing Shiprock

Written on October 30, 2016 by tinkwelborn

~ Looking across the great San Juan Basin, where stands a Leviathan stone, a shock of rock that stands on its own; a story behind it, above it a dome. The people, Dineh, they call it a home; Dinétah, they say, the desert and dome. Time hath deposit the hulk of a stone: A bulk […] Continue reading →

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The Hair of the Hound

Written on October 25, 2016 by tinkwelborn

~ My dogs are my chums, the best chums of mine – I haven’t just one, but two. They’re both of a kind really quite fine – At my age, good friends are few. We’re walking the block, a diurnal walk, Down a street, a street called Calhoon; When all of a sudden! out of […] Continue reading →

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The Logos

Written on February 25, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ I am so blind, I’ve lost my night vision. Each day Unto next I forget I’m used to familiar, The routine of head, Not close, But at most A close fit. And time, when it then comes, As time always will, It laughs when I ask it To stop and stand still. […] Continue reading →