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Tink's ChapBlog · 5M ago

We’re Not The Gods

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 in...
Tink's ChapBlog · 5M ago

while no one was watching

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 ...
Tink's ChapBlog · 5M ago

Hope Like The Horseman

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. Darl...
Tink's ChapBlog · 5M ago

rubric

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 th...
Tink's ChapBlog · 6M ago

Another Day More

Fiery, fiery, likened the charge, four hoof-beats will change the size of the man. The circle will shrink, but the ring enlarge,
 enclosing a score on Custer’s last stand. Solo each kill tha...
Tink's ChapBlog · 6M ago

Sharing Shiprock

~ 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;...
Tink's ChapBlog · 7M ago

The Hair of the Hound

~ 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 w...
Tink's ChapBlog · 7M ago

ephemerality of essence

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...
Tink's ChapBlog · 7M ago

curmudgeon

…. 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 ...
Tink's ChapBlog · 7M ago

Story Poem: In Congruence

…. Once a young lad in New Mexico, I lived on a spread where three rivers flow – The Totah, they called it, the Navajo; about which the big bluffs, arose to plateau; around which the sides, ...