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...

Dark Humor to Lighten

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These Worms Keep Surfacing

Someone somewhere has been asserting that we the people are kind and generous–firemen singing thank you’s to hospital workers, free lunches for front line workers, free HBO, mass internet choirs, etc.  Unfortunately the cover keeps getting blown: Faithful America reports … Continue reading

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A Baby Died

A Baby Died* He or she?  I want to know more. Breast fed?  Hugged enough? Oh oh oh, this was the world, for you. Hello, goodbye.  Come again.       *March 2020 Pandemic

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Hey You Guys!

Anybody been touched by the virus?  I worry about you.   Nan

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Re-blog Needs Re-Reading

jilldennison A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste … Woe the poor high school senior living in the U.S. who, looking forward to graduation in May or June, already accepted to the college of her choice, is now told … Continue reading

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WHY ARE GIRAFFES GAY?

WHY ARE GIRAFFES  GAY? Must be for survival. Heh heh. The grand scheme of things? You know better. Luck? Luck!! I mean the random draw of the deck. Oh, the MYSTERY. Yeah, like everything else.   nan

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From Friend via Facebook

From FB friend Brent Peeples. So incredibly well-stated. Thank you, Brent. “Has Trump uttered a single word about those who have died or are sick from the virus? Has he mentioned Americans stranded in other countries? No, he hasn’t. His … Continue reading

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