Category Archives: Anthology

My collected writings and those of family members.

Idle Doggerel

Posted on May 12, 2018 by JMN

When a man named Bakker Meets his Makker He’ll get ice cream and cakke In the Lord’s Accre. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

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Written in the 70s — the gamey

Posted on May 11, 2018 by JMN

the gamey (dreamy) variety surrendered The sphincters and para-sphincters [***]; no good asking why he had not stuck it; he hadn’t and that was… kept on being… that. What it was was sexual weakness, he snorted. You just couldn’t hang … Continue reading →

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Social Math — UK

Posted on May 9, 2018 by JMN

This is a vulgar problem, but posed for the common good. Sir Alistair Chichester’s butler Wadsworth filches petty change from his master’s shooting jacket upon a return from the foxes. It has been established herein-prior that Gerry Rattigan, the proprietor … Continue reading →

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Didactic Doggerel

Posted on May 8, 2018 by JMN

The Drunken Forest Oh my! I think that I shall never see A sight as silly as a tipsy tree. The only sight that’s funnier so far? A forest that looks like it closed the bar. If you think that’s … Continue reading →

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Written in the 70s — of “understanding”

Posted on May 6, 2018 by JMN

of “understanding”) that remain untried. This is a queer neck of the woods, both familiar and alien. Jay looked at the sunlight coruscating on the ivy jumbled at the foot of the live-oak, just getting a grip. “This is me,” … Continue reading →

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This Is Stag Country

Posted on May 6, 2018 by JMN

Alabaster Lafferty was a Van Dam, taught in the old grammar school that stood where the Saddlebag used to stand, caddycorner to where the Sno-Cone was. Rondorian courted her for nine years. His daddy Nicodemus married them. Octavia Burwell said … Continue reading →

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This Is Stag Country

Posted on May 3, 2018 by JMN

Bubbles Ketchum was raised in Mott, cheer-led for the Mohicans, moved here when she had little Madison — cute as a bug. Madison has been a standout for Lady Stags volleyball since eighth grade. Grady Marlow swore Madison wasn’t his … Continue reading →

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Written in the 70s — reviews / Monroe

Posted on May 3, 2018 by JMN

reviews / Monroe “Most of the important things never get communicated in words anyway.” Robert Wilson. There seems to have been something fragile or defective in my makeup that has not lent me to enduring love. I look back with … Continue reading →

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Written in the 70s — Salem 01970

Posted on May 3, 2018 by JMN

Salem 01970 Coutín Anything too dear in your odd affection spirits toward mirth and issues to air. Your white teeth open, the dear thing dies in laughter. Then your face is whole again. Washed in the soul-splitting grin of the … Continue reading →

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This Is Stag Country

Posted on May 1, 2018 by JMN

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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