Category Archives: Anthology

My collected writings and those of family members.

“Found Doggerel”

Posted on July 13, 2018 by JMN

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Found Doggerel “The stock market has predicted nine of the last five recessions,” said a lawyer slicker than dear guts hanging from a doorknob. Christ, the narcissism of minor differences! No one is the suppository of all wisdom. His thrusting … Continue reading →

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Heartsickness

Posted on July 11, 2018 by JMN

(Lizard on my patio, JMN, photo) In ‘09 I had congestive heart failure. Good medicine and doctoring fixed it. Over time my ejection fraction rebounded from fifteen (bad) to sixty (normal). Since ‘10 an appliance that looks like a Zippo … Continue reading →

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What is a Southern writer?

Posted on July 10, 2018 by JMN

(HJN Landscape, Oil on rawhide) “People can hardly help loving the hands that rocked their cradles or the landscapes that shaped their souls, but I doubt there’s a single writer in the South for whom life here isn’t a source … Continue reading →

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This just in!

Posted on July 10, 2018 by JMN

“In football, there’s a fine line between winning and losing. It’s football, and football is sometimes like that.” (Fernando Hierro, Spain’s coach, NYTimes)

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“Dinosaur Feathers!”

Posted on July 6, 2018 by JMN

Dinosaur Feathers! A dinosaur with feathers? Well I’m sure! The spectacle’s more than I can endure. Next, mules are born with earrings, snakes have knees, And furry goldfish populate the seas. I can just as well believe those things As … Continue reading →

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“The District Education Improvement Committee Meeting”

Posted on July 4, 2018 by JMN

The District Education Improvement Committee Meeting Her purse is propped against the leg That folds beneath the table’s end. The purse is not adjacent to Her folded arm, her lotioned hand. She props her glasses on her nose, She palms … Continue reading →

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Landscapes

Posted on July 4, 2018 by JMN

Originally posted on Candid By Liz:
This is my first blog post.  I try to do simple and honest photography with very little manipulation of the images.  I hope you enjoy them.  I am not criticizing others who use a…

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Rumpstone Fallows

Posted on July 2, 2018 by JMN

A sliver of Sir Alistair Chichester’s estate lies choked with brome and cocksfoot between the waste water treatment facility of Chichesterton-Upon-Hogg and the ancient Roman quarry. Known to locals as Rumpstone Fallows, the plot has served as a squat for … Continue reading →

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“Fungi on the Rind”

Posted on June 30, 2018 by JMN

Fungi on the Rind A Camembert’s a cheese whose claim to fame Involves a smelliness that’s hard to name. Mushroom aromas with a barnyard twist, Hints of ripe laundry by garlic kissed, This is how the cheese’s loving hordes Try … Continue reading →

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“Monk was the reason…”

Posted on June 25, 2018 by JMN

Monk was the reason I went to work for Barker Tools, what was it, sixty-nine, seventy? He was district manager working out of Kingsville. Hired me as a field rep. You bumped into some squirrely sons-of-britches in the oil patch, … Continue reading →

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