Category Archives: Anthology

My collected writings and those of family members.

Written in the 70s

Posted on May 17, 2018 by JMN

had declared himself in pursuit of substantives. His gastrointestinal tract had lately begun to feel large and accommodating. (commodious, capacious). Thank the stars and the Creator of the stars. The spasms of sweet cream she had manfully swallowed; all the … Continue reading →

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This Is Stag Country

Posted on May 17, 2018 by JMN

Bee Kay Gooch had Kassidee, Krissee and Kooger quick and early. Kooger’s the baby. Bee Kay and Jason married Labor Day and Kooger came Christmas. Spyder Blunt, her stepdad, had a restraining order on Jason that year, but kid’s find … Continue reading →

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Social Math — UK

Posted on May 16, 2018 by JMN

Every June, The Thane of Thoth, a tavern, helps celebrate Chichesterton’s famous Regatta-on-the-Hogg by dropping the price of its brews by 12.5% for the third of a fortnight that couches the merriment. Question: Speculate as shrewdly as your humble station … Continue reading →

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From Memory

Posted on May 12, 2018 by JMN

“The Second Coming,” poem by W. B. Yeats, http://www.poetryfoundation.org. Yeats, like Shelley in “Ozymandias,” associates folly and tyranny and self-aggrandizement with the desert lands. That happens to be where the trio of stern monotheisms were “revealed”: I’m the Only One, … Continue reading →

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Didactic Doggerel

Posted on May 12, 2018 by JMN

Space-Ball Note: Merkanooka is in Australia. Seguin, a town in Texas, is pronounced “suh-GHEEN.” Turley is in Oklahoma. A space-ball fell from nowhere on Namibia, A place more noted for a fossil tibia. Another one, the Merkanooka ball From Gemini, … Continue reading →

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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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