The only positive thing I can think of that has come from the self-quarantine resulting from the pandemic–besides my son and I talking long distance every day–is that I’ve availed myself of the habit of waking up thinking.That is, I just lay there and think. This morning I knew I’d had a good-feeling dream but it had disappeared. I tried the process of free association to the images that came to me, and by “free associating” via images to my images I got back to my dream, which was a good one. More anon about thoughts that came to me after coffee.
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Randy Abraham: A Few Good Reasons to Support Joe Biden Re-blog
Published May 18, 2020 by Nan MykelA useful perspective given…A Ravitch Reblog
I have one good reason to support Joe Biden. It can be summed up in one five-letter word: Trump.
Reader Randy Abraham offers more reasons:
The twittersphere has recently been aflame over Bernie Sanders’ decision to suspend his presidential campaign, and then his recent endorsement of frontrunner, former Vice President Joe Biden.
His most fervent supporters contend that Biden offers them nothing beyond a “not-Trump” candidacy.
This is what I say to them.
How about a sane immigration policy that does not separate families in crisis or lock children in cages?
How about health care policy that would boost subsidies for struggling families, lower the eligibility age for Medicare, provide a public option, and negotiate drug prices with pharmaceutical firms?
How about forgiving student debts for low income students that were incurred at state and community colleges and historically black colleges and universities?
How about raising the minimum wage?
How…
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MASK WISH
Published May 18, 2020 by Nan MykelWISH
In the future when the masks come off,
might the hidden mask wash clear
affirming the spirit’s beauty
beneath the caul of fashion.
Nan c. 5/18/20
Glorious Reblog
Published May 18, 2020 by Nan Mykel
Audrey Howitt Poetry, Alive and Well – Reblog |
| Countdown
Posted: 17 May 2020 02:21 PM PDT MorgueFile eyecatch7 for every good day there is at least one when the toads don’t sing for everyday that my joints don’t ache there are 100 when they do I forget to count I lose track the gray matter behind my eyes consumed elsewhere in a series of control-alt-delete moments Wallstreet, Penn Ave shitstorms fly while I look for a mitzvah paid for in grace on small streets the music stops I grab a chair all I know to do, is one thing at a time. copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2020 Posted for Poets and Storytellers |
has your computer slowed or it just mine?
Published May 17, 2020 by Nan MykelAnother paranoia checking here.
SOLVED–I restarted my computer and the problem was resolved. (While re-starting hold on/off switch down 10 seconds. Elemenetary stuff which I’ve forgotten if I ever knew. Troublesome ads because I permitted notifications to post.
INSIDE ME
Published May 15, 2020 by Nan Mykel
INSIDE MYSELF
Self-quarantined, alone, at home, furnishings reflect me to me. Collages line my walls but the lens on my telescope has cracked.
I see no end. Afraid, I stay
inside with the computer
named Agnes who, in a former
life, may have been my nemesis.
Not for me the yoga one-leg
stance, though inside, my Inner Child
wants out. At last, I heed
her need—
walk the floor,
open the door.
Nan 5/15/20
WILL OF THE WISP
Published May 14, 2020 by Nan MykelWILL OF THE WISP : THE MYSTERY
You guessed it, didn’t you—that I am drawn inside because
I feel the pull of the mysterious, a curiosity about the edge of
the known, bordered by the little-known and the unknown-
but-sensed as well as the unsuspected and the impossible. How
utterly deadly life would be if there were no mystery—
everything cut and dried and shelved. Do you know about the
angler fish and the flying monk, or esp at the time of death? And
have you felt the insistent throb of curiosity at certain quiet
moments? How is it that being in nature soothes, the effect being
measurable by scientists? The life of the invisible “mind” goes on,
experienced or not, or not yet.
IF I SHOULD DIE WHILE I’M AWAKE…
Published May 13, 2020 by Nan Mykel
Will I go seeking absolution,
dragged down by the shackles
of sin in my swollen belly, or
ship out soundlessly from my berth
into the eternal matrix
where sins are but a fleet of
rubber duckies?
nm 2014
Choices
Published May 13, 2020 by Nan Mykel
From here
to there
one degree of the angle
dangles.
My train should be
on the next track.
Hello, goodbye
I cannot fly.
More tracks,
one train.
The Little Engine
That Could
farted.
nm 1978
We’re Running Out of Toilet Paper!
Published May 11, 2020 by Nan MykelI’m going to reblog this, upon Dr. Rex’s reblog
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We all know the trials and tribulations that we have all experienced during this difficult time of the COVID pandemic. During the time that people were frantically going to stores and buying out certain items…such a toilet paper, I came across the following poem on Poetry 4 Kids. I thought this would be something fun to share! Enjoy!
We’re Running Out of Toilet Paper
We’re running out of toilet paper.
Paper towels too.
We haven’t got much Kleenex left.
I’m not sure what we’ll do.
We tried to buy some yesterday.
We went to every shop,
but all the shelves were barren
from the bottom to the top.
We called our friends to see
if they had extra we could borrow,
but they said they have just enough
to last until tomorrow.
Our roll is almost empty now.
A solitary square
is hanging on the holder and
it’s…
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