with so much on my mind that it would be too long a blog for any but the hardiest to wade through
. Those who “visit” a piece with over 2,000 words have to have a special calling. So, I’ll chunk them up and you can read or not, short little gems.
A mixed bag
All posts in the A mixed bag category
New Roommate, Reblogged Poem Fragment by lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Published November 17, 2018 by Nan MykelLove it!
New Roommate, Chapter 2
I have the need to be alone, to hide away, sequester,
but my roommate never leaves the room! She’s somewhat of a nester.
She seems to be ensconced here with her creepy boyfriend Lester,
and my irritation’s turned into a boil about to fester.
I may not make it to the end of the next semester
when I can find a roommate who is less of a rester.
She can be a talker or messy or a jester.
She can use my makeup, wear my clothes or gripe and pester.
In fact, I will take anyone short of a child molester,
so long as she’s a roamer—a gad-about, a quester!!!!
See Chapter 1 HERE.
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/sequester/
WATCH OUT! I JUST LEARNED…
Published November 13, 2018 by Nan MykelHow to draw with – the Paint doo hickey!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A Snippet from O-Blog-dee-O-Blog-da
Published November 11, 2018 by Nan MykelFrom Melanie Nathan’s blog*:
A wave of arrests of gays in Tanzania is feared after a senior official urged the public to report suspected gays to authorities. Homosexual acts are illegal in Tanzania and can bring a sentence of up 30 years. The examinations are taking place on Friday to see if there are any signs of same-sex relations among the men, who were arrested last week on suspicion of celebrating a gay marriage at a resort hotel, police chief of the south region of Zanzibar, Suleiman Hassan, told The Associated Press.
“We acted on a tip-off from a good citizen leading them to abort their party during the weekend and then police made a quick arrest,” said Hassan. After being held for several days, the men have been released pending the investigations, he said.
Last week Paul Makonda, the administrative chief of Dar es Salaam, Tanzania’s largest city, urged citizens to report any suspected homosexuals. He said a task force would be established to seek out and punish homosexuals and prostitutes. READ MORE at VOX
*P.S. “This blog, O-Blog-Dee-O-Blog-Da, started out as a platform to showcase the equality and human rights advocacy work of Melanie. In addition to reporting related news and stories, O-Blog-Dee-O-Blog-Da serves as a platform for Nathan and her guests to highlight their work in a world where gay, lesbian, transgender, queer, intersex, and gender-free people are the subjects of persecution and discrimination.
“Over time it has developed into a renowned blog, on subjects including U.S. politics, equality related issues, the impact of homophobia and transphobia – especially state sanctioned homophobia, the decriminalization of homosexuality, LGBTQI asylum, sexuality violence and all human rights issues, around the globe, with a special focus on Africa.”
DEEP THOUGHTS UPON WAKING
Published November 11, 2018 by Nan MykelI might be digging myself a hole here, but here goes.
On November 1st this year I gave my talk about the material in the book I self-published in 2014. After I scheduled the talk at the library, NAMI kindly stepped in and sponsored it. My daughter flew up from Atlanta to support me, and counted 25 in attendance. I gave them egg nog. Almost half those attending were friends, come to support me.
My book is actually quite good, and failed to be puchased widely because I was unable to push it. This morning I realized that my synonym for push is manipulate, and that’s something my father was good at.
Then it came to me that this is what capitalism is all about, manipulation. I don’t believe I manipulate, and am touchy when I suspect others might be trying to manipulate me. Oh I could dig down deeper and discover times when I may have unconsciously manipulated, but if so I apologize. These reflections led to the “poem” I published on my blog yesterday, and some of the feedback. I embarrassed myself by the stanza:
Poems mirror the mind, you know. 
What are the parts we’re willing to show?
Blood from a refugee’s eyeball
pooling on the floor at the mall?
I might have done better if I’d taken more time. But, still waking up this morning, I began to wonder who we write poems for. If we post them publicly on a blog, surely we write for others? After five years (omg, has it been five?) my readership is miniscule, which suggests that I don’t write for my readers. (Sorry).
Tho it sounds stuffy, I write from my own muse, who does a good job of comforting me. I guess I write for the echo. I recall my tidbit from the past: Here’s the thing: I’ve been talking through this loudspeaker I found in my crib 80 years ago and just now notice it’s not plugged in.
I realize a line might be drawn between therapy poetry groups and straight ones, but where does a blog fit in? And now I wonder what’s the difference between trying to make my point versus manipulating you, but at least I’m upfront about it.
A Poem Can Be About Anything
Published November 10, 2018 by Nan Mykel
I wonder if…
A Poem Can Be About Anything
What shall I share today of me;
the shades that sleep under my tree?
The wild dogs of the night who drool,
or getting an A while yet in school?
Poems mirror the mind, you know.
What’re the parts we’re willing to show?
Blood from a refugee’s eyeball
pooling on the floor at the mall?
Or perchance Paul, my sixth grade crush
forgot later in life’s mad rush;
the spear point found atop the soil
speaking loud as any gargoyle.
The soft fur of Gracie, my love
who looks after me from above;
we oft don’t speak full truth in here,
hoping instead to spread good cheer,
leaving old timbers to shake–
from an underground earthquake,
echoing the ocean’s great roar
contained yet by the shore.
Careful not to rip the bridal veil,
crawling along the moth-eaten trail
we sing out long our private song
which from Darwin’s book we took.
TOO BIG A COINCIDENCE?
Published November 2, 2018 by Nan MykelI have yet t hear the suggestion question that perhaps Trump is behind the “caravan.” What perfect timing!
Witch One?
Published October 29, 2018 by Nan MykelWITCH ONE?
Witches have been given a bad name, compared to warlocks, which are men. Whoever heard of a warlock? See, they’re kept secret, while females get all the blame. (“She’s a nasty old witch.”)
Witches are often called hag, crone, harpy, harridan, she-devil and battle-ax. Warlocks are sometimes called wizards.
If someone with a red cap riding on a broomstick asks for candy on Halloween, notice if she’s a he or not, and if he’s old and red-headed. Then you can get ready to run, but be civil!
Written in response to a blogger’s request for 99-word Halloween stories but not submitted for fear of messing with young minds.
99 words plus title
For Our Information
Published October 29, 2018 by Nan MykelCurious: Women versus men?
A Katha Upanishad for Millennials and Ranchers – reblog from waltbox
Published October 28, 2018 by Nan MykelExcellent writing style!
The home of Yama, King of Death, was a craftsman bungalow near an urban area revitalized for Millenials. The plots in this neighborhood were tiny, the homes half the size of those in newer neighborhoods but twice the cost. Most had seen a non-load bearing wall removed to achieve an open floor concept. Owners of these homes owned vehicles with deluxe emblems on their trunks, and though the main road through the neighborhood was paved with brick, and walking for groceries or to a restaurant was encouraged, vehicles such as these needed to be driven, or rather paraded, often, if not daily. Otherwise what would be the point of anything.
Wet leaves dampened the thud of Nacho’s boot heels on the wooden steps leading to Death’s door. The steps smelled of fresh pine, and fresh paint. The potted mums of fresh soil. The curb appeal was to die for.
Nacho removed…
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