From the Rehab Center

Published November 12, 2021 by Nan Mykel

Halloo, outside world.

Nan here, reporting from the Laurels.

No one’s reading this. Oh well,

I’ll keep this secret, then.


It all started when my planet began

shedding its alternative universes,

and I emerged with intent

to return to an enlightened

old-fashioned hymn-singing

religion, in lieu of

anything more promising.


Rapidly proving ourselves unable

to steer without ending

in hog slop, I’m headed for the

Riverside, where I  can wash my

sins away and study war

no more.


Animal kind has comforted itself

forever, perhaps, with fireside images

to bear the basically

uncontrollable roiling desert.


We learn in the crib  that life isn’t just,

and poke fun at those who think it is.

Since I have a choice I’ll take the

New Testament, not the Old one.



9 comments on “From the Rehab Center

  • SMiles Dear Nan
    Nice to See You
    Back From the

    Rehab Center

    And Generally


    Yes There
    Are Two Kinds

    Of Folks Ones Who
    Stick to Old Testaments
    Like Soldiers Protecting

    Old Antiquated

    Books And


    WHere Every
    Inhale of Peace
    Exhale of Love


    iNDeeD my FRiEnD
    And Elder As Yes

    my Blogger



    The Globe
    Span From
    Teens to Eighties
    One Day i Am to

    Be the



    One at
    123 Plus
    Still Dancing
    Singing As i Am

    A New Testament
    Person Just Because

    It Didn’t Happen

    Then Doesn’t

    my New

    Reality Now For Real🙌😊


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