Mr. T Crossed the Line

Published July 29, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Okay, maybe his LGBT thing may be due to ignorance or deep-seated psychiatric homophobia, and maybe sometimes his wife has to remind him to salute the U/S. flag, but now we’re having a look at his enlarged reptilian brain when he urged a gathering ofpolice today to not be too gentle with suspects, maybe not protecting their heads when putting them into the cruiser or tossing them into the paddy wagon. That took my breath away. I don’t like to think hateful thoughts, but I briefly imagined him being treated that way when he is finally arrested.

LGBT photo from ✔@dominicholden

Trump on handling suspected criminals: “Don’t be too nice” to “thugs being thrown into the back of a paddy wagon

By Daniel S. Levine

Trip to Pomeroy – for d’Verse

Published July 26, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Middle-aged bleached me

in a used yellow Gremlin

heading up Route 7

on Woden’s Day,

slow truck in font,

burdened, toting

sixteen logs that slip

toward the front, inside

their iron chains,

sixteen logs from the forest,

leaving 16 stumps behind.

At 8:20 a.m. on

May 5, nineteen eighty-two, in

Appalachia, decade

of Brooke Shields,

Century of Ann Frank,

millenium of St. Joan,

a mud-spattered Ohio

license hangs beneath

rough-cut faces

of former trees,

somewhere, pressed

between yesterday and

tomorrow on the long

journey to the mill.

I Won’t Mind if you laugh

Published July 26, 2017 by Nan Mykel

So there I was, just a few minutes ago, lying on my back on the bathroom floor trying to get a drop stopper out of my bathroom sink. Seems I had leaned on my nail clipper and the connector gadget had gone down the drain. So I had rushed to Google and saw how to remove the drop plug, but it took me 20 minutes to get up off the bathroom floor after the first step. Then the directions said I was supposed to remove the plug and then go back underneath and re-connect. That’s when I ran for my website to tell you all about it and get a chance to use one of my “awful” photos,.

The Long and the Short of It

Published July 25, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Life’s too short

Tooth’s too long

Horses snort

Answer’s wrong.

Eyes too bright

Pool’s too deep

Bra’s too tight

He’s too cheap.

Sky’s too high

Feet too smelly

Words can lie

Too tight belly

Stream beds trickle

chewing gum sticks

I’m in a pickle

Up to old tricks.

Lost my keys

This won’t do

Down on my knees

Should get two

Don’t say pome

Only a verse

Come on home

Could be worse.

VISIT FROM A PIXIE

Published July 22, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Seated at my computer, I had just finished reading “Desiderata” by Max Ehrlman, which a a friend had sent to me, when I noticed on the floor beside my chair a strange little creature. “Hi,” I said, in a questioning tone, and he returned the greeting.

“Don’t you wonder what I am?”

“Well, yes, but I figured you’d introduce yourself.”

“I am a Pixie. and you don’t believe in me.”

“Well, yes, I guess that’s usually so, but I’m not understanding what I’m seeing right now.”

“How can I make you believe what you see?”

“Ummm…” I looked closer at him. He was the spitting image of the pixies in fairy tales, right down to the upturned toes of his shoes and the the little peaked hat. And small! A miniature person. “What fairy tale did you spring from?”

He gave a little smile. “Yours.” He held out his spindly little hand and said, “Touch me.” I did so, and found him warm.

“To what do I owe this surprising visit?”

He paused and fixed me with a penetrating stare. “You. I think if you can believe in me, then you can start believing in yourself again.” With that the little feller faded into thin air, leaving me staring into my computer screen, surrounded by the aroma of cinnamon sugar. Just maybe my heart hasn’t turned to stone.

I read “Desiderata” again, and felt a stirring in my heart. I’m back alive.

HOW DO I GET OUT OF WHO I AM?

Published July 19, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Nan with therapist; . Dreamers, 1899. John Brown.)

What poor therapist would want to get stuck with an 81 year old woman with degenerative arthritis, in slight cognitive decline trailing a Ph.D. in clinical psychology behind her? (That’s my inner response to my suggestion I see a therapist). As messed up as I am, I wouldn’t want to do that to anybody.

I’m lonely but don’t like to be around people, one child has disowned me, another avoids me, and I am responsible for bringing to life a Down Syndrome child. I have sold two houses impulsively–losing considerable money–am avoiding 5 women who are desperately lonely and I can’t crank myself up to make a contribution to my fellow man/woman. Not quite agoraphobic, I inch away on my walker, also avoiding my dirty dishes. On top of that, my heart has turned to stone. This is my truth; please don’t argue with me.

IMPATIENCE — Poem – photos from Pixabay

Published July 15, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I enjoy the cat’s pajamas

they verbalize at times, but not

the moans of underlying pain.

Don’t let us know what lies ahead

a life of somersaults, dance

and glee only to be sidetracked

by a dislocated knee. That I’m

one of those complaining does not

change my mind a whit.

If you think that I am lying just you wait a bit.

BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS FREE

Published July 15, 2017 by Nan Mykel

‘For a limited time get Google Home for $99!”

I DUNNO…

Published July 15, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I guess everybody in the world knows this, but facebook has a gadget that can and will print your name under an un-named photo of you in a picture you post without name specficity if they have an identified photo of you anywhere in their annals. It recently spotted two of my daughters in a group shot and printed their names, which means that all their “friends” got a copy of my photo, too..

But hey–that means if a spy they’e trying to catch has ever appeared on facbook wih his name–however incidental–“they” can later name him based on his photo alone. Neat, huh? Huh…