Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse
So let us go then,
you and I,
unto the hills
and azure sky,
where there, together,
of rubble stone,
the smoothed down hills, 134 more words
Breaking the American Sentence into a Canadian form. eh!
Broken from haiku, the American Sentence was born into poetry. Lovely.
A true bird of snow, no feeble fleeing snow bird, she waits. 125 more words
I hid it
where everyone first hides their secrets,
in a lockless metal box
deep in my head.
Of course, like for most,
this didn’t exactly last… 151 more words
2 weeks, 4 days
Was Richard Pryor really that funny?
Somewhere in humor we always find Truth.
We laugh with the Jokester, by the Jester’s uncouth;
Smile at Al Roker, forget Lenny Bruce; 81 more words
Tales of the Tribe is Published.
A copyrighted 2015 edition, Distribution will follow in the New Year;
this, however, is the Premier Announcement, and for those wishing… 29 more words