Author Archives: Nan Mykel

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 83 now.

UNANSWERED QUESTION…or unanswerable?

Posted on September 19, 2019

Why does anyone care what someone else believes? Unless their belief leads to destructiveness to others, why can we not respect the lifeline to which they choose to cling? I say go for it; good for you. Evolution’s design for … Continue reading →

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WORST POEM WINNER

Posted on September 18, 2019

No, I didn’t enter, but I would have won if I had.   Written with my grandchildren in mind 8-10-19, at Tybee Island: ODE TO THE OCEAN At Tybee Island there’s a beach Sea shells sparkling within your reach The moon … Continue reading →

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CHANGE

Posted on September 16, 2019

CHANGE It’s bright orange Out of place Needs to be scratched, And popped. Unease, unsure Don’t like it, Kinda frightening, Palpitations, Grumpy, crawling Foreboding…     Nan

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Let’s Face It

Posted on September 16, 2019

What’s the difference between not being politically correct and being unconscionable? I mean, don’t we all have our little points of vulnerability here?  I mean it’s okay for me to laugh at being old, but…you?  It’s obviously the pits if … Continue reading →

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Reblog from Lucky Otter

Posted on September 15, 2019

An open letter to the free World… Posted on September 15, 2019  Dear (free) World, Trump and his immoral, corrupt regime do not speak for the vast majority of us here in America.  They have subverted democracy and made it difficult or … Continue reading →

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TO LIFE

Posted on September 15, 2019

I’m happy. I want to stay a while longer.                      No lightning bolt from the sky, please. Let me linger in the sweetness of the days and nights and the coolness … Continue reading →

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Unsheltered – poem

Posted on September 14, 2019

I don’t know God, but I know His tree No pillar of salt, but might as well be Planted in place, it cannot flee but curls its toes in the loam that is home.             … Continue reading →

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