Category Archives: Anthology

My collected writings and those of family members.

A-B-C-D-D-C-B-A

Posted on May 16, 2026 by JMN

every need fights to makeits voice heard, to befulfilled with a gentle touch (from K. LINES THAT AIM TO BE) K’s lines, encountered after I had spewed the below caustic grump at the demons of my own distractedness, furnished an … Continue reading →

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Mid-May on the Littoral

Posted on May 14, 2026 by JMN

It stupefies, it sickens, it infuriates.(Philip Roth on American life in the 1960s) I fear I’ve morphed into a carping nag.Crafting invective merely fêtes the boor,vomitous bilge the thing that feeds his root.It’s to priss froufrou-like at the galaof distress, … Continue reading →

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Messy Antic Bomb Bard

Posted on May 10, 2026 by JMN

I compel you in the name of my HIMARS!I compel you in the name of my ATACMS!I compel you in the name of my GENERALS,By the lashings of my terrible swift tongue! You want a red sea? I will give … Continue reading →

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Wampeters Are Catnip for Goon Balloons

Posted on April 26, 2026 by JMN

Wampeters are catnip for goon balloons,Slippery as deer guts on a doorknob,Dark Davos in an amniotic greatcoat,Wampum coined from oligarchs’ spittoons.Treacly curls, puffed labia, eyeball moons —A lecherous lapsarian’s heartthrob!Wampeters are catnip for goon balloons,Triggery as the fingers of an … Continue reading →

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The Madman Helming the Solo Voyage

Posted on April 22, 2026 by JMN

When at sea / directionless / approach the / Unexpected(Cheyenne McMasters) The madman helming the solo voyagesteers by the seat of his cargo shorts.His jury-rigged bark breasts the swellsand he clutches the tiller with white knuckles. The madman waves to … Continue reading →

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Come Sweetly

Posted on April 18, 2026 by JMN

No more the air- / borne omens; no more the incensed prayers; no more the carcass / butchered at the altar.(From “Elegy for the Deathless Gods” by Sherod Santos, Poetry, March 2026) To this or that paradise of misruleIs not … Continue reading →

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Epic Titan (Art of the DOGE)

Posted on April 10, 2026 by JMN

I love that guy! I love him. And we’ll only have one chance at this…(Rev. Franklin Graham) Open the Fuckin’ Strait…(Trump) “Alas, alack, all manner of woe.” My big TOE, pussies!Grievance in the cheap seats, on the ground, in the … Continue reading →

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Two Writing Prompts

Posted on March 30, 2026 by JMN

Prompt 1A bibulous fop, a pottymouth letch and a myrmidon in a greatcoat walk into an executive mansion’s pantry. One reaches for the ketchup, one for the Jack Daniels, one for the lemon Jello mix. What is the least predictable … Continue reading →

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The Urgent Poetry Is of Brevity

Posted on March 21, 2026 by JMN

The time: a-passing; the clock: a-ticking,The digilords at mind bone pecking.Garrulity — double barreled, bore-hefty,Dilatory, broad in the beam;Lyric rifled, suppressed, curt but rich,Penetrative, swervy toward lean.Speak short intensely well, elseLie pecked to death in din. Obscene. (c) 2026 JMN … Continue reading →

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‘Tendrá que ser’ (It Will Have to Be)

Posted on March 18, 2026 by JMN

My translation of “Tendrá que ser” (It Will Have to Be) by Azurea20 follows: IT WILL HAVE TO BE I shoulder youlike an invisible flag,or a great fire lilyblooming out of mefor bestowing on what’s not there yet.No one sees … Continue reading →

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