About JMN
I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
Arden Lutz was one of the honchos behind the development west of town. He and Bo Dunaway and Wink Hufstetler bought the old Decatur farm that runs along Soledad Creek. They chopped it into three-quarter-acre lots and sold “creekside vistas” … Continue reading →
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This Makes No Frankin Sense The boswellia papyrifera, A tree that grows in Ethiopia, Produces frankincense, a curious resin That has a bitter smell but isn’t poison. In Africa and in the Middle East It has embellished many a fine … Continue reading →
Fried okra is not a vegetable. It’s cornmeal in drag. (jmn) He’s determined to shoot himself in my foot. (jmn) The student decided I wasn’t serving his needs and resolved to take it out on himself. (jmn) It’s hard not … Continue reading →
*On the Song of Songs* Bernard of Clairvaux B You are my subject, scraped from the womb. Will we cross in Limbo, sad progenitor and aspiring heir? Who will survive? I have been scoured from your mother’s eyes as resolutely … Continue reading →
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Can peace and beauty (opulent) be immoral? Grosse Pointe Shores. Lake Ste. Claire. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.) Written in the 70s, 70s-11a. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)
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I admit that’s bad, but not *that* bad. I may breach decorum occasionally (like now), but I try mightily not to breach good taste. I’m sure you can handle the above; being a diffident sort, I wasn’t sure *I* could … Continue reading →
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Woman With Automatic.
“What I teach you is nothing. What you learn by doing over and over is where the learning begins.” (Simon Michael) “Writing poetry is much easier than reading it.” (Guy Davenport) “Write hard and clear about what hurts.” (Hemingway) “It … Continue reading →
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“A Refusal to Mourn the Death by Fire of a Child in London,” poem by Dylan Thomas poetryfoundation.org This poem is an antidote to the “thoughts and prayers” mantra. It reminds me of Millay’s “Dirge Without Music” in that it … Continue reading →
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Gerry Rattigan is the publican who operates the Thane of Thoth, the watering hole popular among the better sort of denizens of Chichesterton-Upon-Hogg — though, to be sure, it’s also the only such establishment in the village. Gerry customarily nicks … Continue reading →
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