Author Archives: Nan Mykel

About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...

Very Short Quotes

I’m not okay, you’re not okay, and that’s okay. — Sheldon Kopp We wish we were otherwise, and that is our hell, our resistance to Life. — Stephen and Ondrea Levine, Who Dies? I have found out who I am and … Continue reading

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NOT the FIRST TIME

Written by Alex Henderson February 3, 2020 Alter Net President Donald Trump has not been shy about berating anyone who doesn’t “stand proudly” when the United States’ national anthem is playing at sports events. But a video posted on Instagram … Continue reading

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Anonymous Poem on Loneliness

The poem below appeared in Guy’s Hospital Gazette,  the Newsletter of Greenwich District Hospital, London, on February 2, 1974. It was written by a lady in a geriatric ward and found in her locker after she died by staff who thought … Continue reading

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Anodyne – poetry reblog

Originally posted on alifelesslived:
Langkawi Island, Malaysia – December 2019 I am Liquid boneSieved through timeStrained against a lifeOf rivers flowingAnd ending in seas I am flesh torn and rubbed rawA collection of imprintsUnraveling like blue tattoosAcross pale moonlit skin…

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Pro-Life?

**Alternet reports: “We command all satanic pregnancies to miscarry right now” — Special Adviser to the White House Faith and Opportunity Initiative Paula White Maybe it’s just me, but commanding someone to miscarry doesn’t seem very pro-life in my book… … Continue reading

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Thinking about something else…

Author Unknown DEAR ANCESTOR         Your tombstone stands among the rest; Neglected and alone. The name and date are chiseled out On polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care It is too late to … Continue reading

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When Honesty Honestly Doesn’t Pay

Originally posted on Capricious Poet:
When Honesty Honestly Doesn’t Pay What if a small lie… Could help the truth slide by help someone who’s gone astray sometimes it’s just the best way. What if the small lie… Would help someone…

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