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How Long is Looney?

Published September 30, 2017 by Nan Mykel

If we live long enough

it’s gonna be rough.

Tell-tale signs of age

spoken off the cuff

betray us and oh

how long and how sad

will it get to be

before…until…we

write bad verse and

yet don’t hesitate

to remember to

meditate on what’s

gone before and what

lies ahead instead.

Hey nonny nonny,

honey, if it’s not funny

why do we laugh at

our forget-me-nots?

When will we touch base

and head for home?

Not funny, dammit,

unless you’re like me

Easier to laugh

than it is to pee.

Ha ha got you there

You expected “cry.”

I know poor taste

when ‘ere I try

and will until  my

looney runs dry.

Ouch!  Tell me I

didn’t write this…

 

 

Nan

 

 

 

 

 

How can I ignore this? How can I not?

Published September 30, 2017 by Nan Mykel

The Trump Administration Is Charging Puerto Rican Refugees Full Price to Evacuate—and Holding Their Passports as Collateral

By Greg Price, Newsweek

The president maintains he’s received “rave reviews” for his handling of the crisis.

I feel like vomiting!   And I’m surprised it’s legal to hold passports as  collateral — I know it’s illegal in Nigeria.

HOW New Tax PLAN HELPS TRUMP – N.Y. Times

Published September 30, 2017 by Nan Mykel

From NY Times via  But if the Trump tax plan goes into effect these high earners will see their tax rate reduced to twenty-five per cent—a huge reduction.

Donald Trump constantly spouts falsehoods. Sometimes he merely shades the truth outrageously. Other times he tells full-on whoppers. And that’s what he did in Indiana on Wednesday, when he said that the new Republican tax-reform plan “is not good for me.”

Trump hasn’t released his tax returns, of course, so it’s difficult to estimate precisely how much money he will save if his tax plan goes through. But since last summer, when Trump’s Presidential campaign released an initial version of his vision for tax reform, tax experts and journalists have been pointing to aspects of it that could benefit him greatly. Among others, the Washington Post’s Jim Tankersley, NPR’s Jim Zarroli, and Slate’s Jordan Weissmann have investigated different ways that Trump stands to benefit. I’ll briefly try to explain each of the reform proposals that these reporters have previously looked at, and also mention one additional way that the tax plan could end up being a boon to the President’s businesses.

 But if the Trump tax plan goes into effect these high earners will see their tax rate reduced to twenty-five per cent—a huge reduction.

The Man Eater — a Short Short Fable

Published September 28, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Fidelio’s footsteps faltered as the lion bounded against the bars upon his approach. The old man sighed and shook his head sadly as the lion roared and pawed the floor of his wagon. ‘If you would only show yourself out of your cage, in the ring, before the paying customers,” He said. The lion’s roar resounding in his head, Fidelio’s footsteps took him to the shelter of his temporary home where wife and children awaited his return. They were huddled together in a corner for warmth. Looking into the large hungry eyes of his beloved wife and children, Fidelio shook his fist weakly but with determination. He would take some action. But what? Josie, the baby, began coughing and  Fidelio, unable to face his family without better prospects, departed the hut.

He walked and pondered. Why would his lion only roar in its cage and not in the ring? Why would it remain silent, timid and cowering in the ring when the paying customers wanted a  good show?

His family would never survive the long winter if old Leo could not be made to roar outside his cage.

Fidelio paced the night and he was feverish and delirious when he returned to the carnival at show time. In his delirium he considered killing the beast and devouring him, but the beast was their only hope of livelihood. As his fever rose, the answer appeared: the family would feed the beast. Numbly Fidelio led the lion from cage to ring, noting dully how the great beast quietened once he entered the spotlight.

Fidelio was ready, and as the roll of the drums attracted the crowd’s attention, Fidelio placed a small covered object before the lion and gently uncovered it. The crowd gasped. Blue-eyed Josie cooed as she looked up at the lion, kicking and waving as babies are wont to do.

Suddenly Fidelio’s lion put back his head and roared mightily. In the crowd spectators  clutched their children to them. The beast was coming to life. Fidelio looked on in bewildered surprise, and reached for Josie. A large paw came down on Fidelio’s arm, and paws pierced the thin fabric of his coat. Then the beast was on the child, the screams of onlookers drowning out her last wails and Fidelio’s horrified gasps. The old man slumped forward and lay still, and the lion once again threw back his head and roared. Josie was a filling meal, and the lion circled once,  laid down and slept beside his unconscious master.

For seven days and seven nights beast and man slept. The awed townspeople gave shelter to Fidelio’s wife and remaining children, but did not disturb the sleeping pair.  As they came each day they noticed that the man’s hair was turning white. During the night of the .still, weak and silently weeping, and then slowly sat up and looked at the lion, who had also wakened.

Silent tears continued to fall as Fidelio stood and woodenly began cleaning up after the lion. A sharp pain pierced him and s he saw an intact bootie in the black animal feces. Horrorstruck, he watched as the bootie moved. On hands an knees now, Fidelio grabbed the dirt and lifted his child from the dung heap. A dousing in the water trough brought pink flesh forth from the filth.

The child was undamaged except for a crippled leg, and her eyes were bluer than before. She smiled  at Fidelio, and held out her arms. People would call her Angelica ever after.

The lion roared a little now and then in the ring, but that was less important,  because he was respected as a man eater, which he was.

Where Have the Big People Gone?

Published September 28, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Found in my  writings from 1972:

Frozen in time, immobile, sit I.

All that I have ever been in with me still,

keeping me, stifling me.

My shackles are the bars of a play pen.

I am a frightened child, even as I sit

holding a child

who is holding a doll.

But there are no big people

anymore

in mine.

Where have they gone?

Wanting a God of my own understanding – A re-blog by Broken…yet Cherished

Published September 27, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I hear your honest struggle.  A re-blog.

Broken.....Yet Cherished

“The woman quietly watches the poodle family, and in her smile all memories are collected, the present and the past, all tenderness, all sorrow and longing. Her smile is without guile or deception, for it does not deny her bitterness and anger at a world without mercy. At a world in which we are executioners to ourselves as well as to others, and our own and others’ salvation as well. She has come home.” Burned Child Seeks the Fire by Cordelia Edvardson

I don’t know where I am in life. I am still in the present AND in the past and the two have not merged in a graceful space. There is no moment where I have accepted the past while looking forward to the future being grateful for the present. I don’t know what I think about God except that I don’t understand Him. I don’t understand what He…

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He Adored Her All His Life

Published September 24, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Spoiler:  Tragedy

She listened well, very well.

When he was drunk, she could

put him back on track. He was

so full of himself  (aka her) that

one day when he stepped on her

she stuck to the bottom of his

shoe.  He saw her in his d.t.’s

and never knew  she was there

so close, just squished, still out of

sight,  carried through life on the bottom

of his smelly old shoe. It’s called

trauma bonding. Avoid it if you can.

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