Category Archives: Anthology

My collected writings and those of family members.

Paramecia in a Drop of Pond

Posted on August 15, 2026 by JMN

Paramecia in a drop of pond,Specks milling on the wreckage of dead stars,Motes adrift in several gods’ eyes,We precede our much foretold demise. Unapprised of what there’s to confront,We go on going on until we don’t,You and I, he, she, … Continue reading →

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Hey, Chesterton!

Posted on August 9, 2026 by JMN

Pious bromides don’t cut the mustard.A stance that dines on meaty homilyPeels potatoes in the feast of sacrifice.Report of rapture scarcely can make feltThat rage of loving kindness that’s broadcastFrom the backside of Beyond and slamsHot piety with undeciphered clout. … Continue reading →

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Suddenly I Understand

Posted on August 8, 2026 by JMN

Her eyes are bleary with sleeplessness. She “watches over” stars all night as if she were a shepherd and they her flock. She hardly bothers to dress herself other than in tatters. Arabian poet Al-Khansā’ (d. 645 AD) starts to … Continue reading →

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How to Positively Cry

Posted on August 3, 2026 by JMN

No matter where life takes me,I carry this love. I carry my part. This ending to Aaiún Nin’s long-ish discursive poem “McDonald’s Money” made me cry. Not from sadness, but because it crowns a fine writing with the keen point … Continue reading →

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The Unary That Hogs Validity

Posted on July 30, 2026 by JMN

— Which inscrutable monad is the Valid? Who doesn’t court surmise there could be None?Beings unconceived with wings strongly matterTo the hotly spooked who swing a prophet’s hammer. Say a godspell ambushed seers in Bronze Age lands:“Unmoving Mover placed us … Continue reading →

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There Is No ‘I’ in ‘Poet’

Posted on July 24, 2026 by JMN

Verse in the pen of the writer.Poetry in the mind of the reader.Words the strike.Mind the flint.Fire the poem. (c) 2026 JMN — EthicalDative. All rights reserved

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Trumpetss Ssound, End Timess Hiss

Posted on July 20, 2026 by JMN

An overt latent sshiftiness, both andss,Neither norss, never alwayss the ssame;Sslithering duness, conssisstent sshifting ssands,Familiar, sscarcely recognissable;Crucible, crux, ssacrifice, ssuffering, sshame. F-150’s rifle rack naked, gunBaked. Cup of staggering fisted. SonNailed, lanced, bled, mocked, screwed.In car nato birthed, hanged from … Continue reading →

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My Dog

Posted on July 14, 2026 by JMN

My doggy pets herself with my bare foot.The foot is there, she thinks, idle appendage.Why not let it do rewarding work?My foot responds unthinkingly to her command.It fetches the affection she has thrown,And she extols me with her lavish wag. … Continue reading →

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‘There dwells in the glance an ancient hunger…’

Posted on July 10, 2026 by JMN

Translation to English of a poem in Spanish titled “Únicas/Únicos” by Azurea20 published at La Bancarrota del Circo on July 6, 2026. ONE / ONLYThere dwells in the glancean ancient hunger;a buzzing ofbees crownscogitationas one’s own lighttries to take rootin … Continue reading →

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Morning Norther, Hill County, Texas

Posted on July 3, 2026 by JMN

… Mr. Trump [promised] that this year’s fireworks display will break a Guinness World Record by exploding more than 860,000 shells. MORNING NORTHER, HILL COUNTY, TEXASThe wind trees up,rousing leaf rabble,a scramble of squirrel.Water kettled, coffee ground, storm brewing. Clouds … Continue reading →

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