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...

Look Up — Frank Hubeny reblog and photo

Originally posted on Poetry, Short Prose and Walking:
They all were aiming the same way Though wild they’re organized. They chattered some. What did they say? I’d likely be surprised. Underneath I watched the sky. Two droppings were well placed.…

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TIP: Hang Onto Your Wedding License!

Even if you’ve been married and divorced oodles of times and have felt like trashing the marriage license,  don’t do it unless you’ve had a legal name change or have a saved copy of all your marriage licenses.  Otherwise they … Continue reading

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This relates to a dream, a self reflection, memories, connections of past events, wondering, and a resolution to reflect at the end of each day on any lies I’ve told that day, the motivation for them, how many were due … Continue reading

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Does anyone know how to communicate with McAfee?  They just want to know yes or do I want to renew without saying how much it costs and they want me to prove I have bought it in the past and … Continue reading

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Swimming Cows Escape to Safety

I’m a fan of the Week magazine, and discovered this clipping from a 2019 issue: “Three cows that Hurricane Dorian swept out to sea from the Outer Banks have been discovered living on a nearby island. After being hit with … Continue reading

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Costumes of myself – A poem

Originally posted on Lauren Kathleen:
An unchanging skeleton template –The foundation of every selfIs the same cascade of rootsMapped out in a blueprint, essentialTo the unfolding of a life. We build costumes of ourselves around the frame work,Skins new then…

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I thought I knew my regular taxi driver pretty well, and apparently he thought he knew me.  When he picked me up the other day he said, “Did you hear? The leader of Iran wanted to come to the United … Continue reading

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