JF Mingione: writings

Time to find the inner scale the outer has become shake-worthy the mind opts to travel as long as there are paths to follow Perhaps all this is known before seeking dimension: A story must record itself within its outer form Is there another way to have a life? Tedious the chore! But I would expect... Sign in to see full entry.

There’s an existentialist in my closet snoring in my shoe Sometimes I know his dreams better than my own because I don’t have any But I put him under my bed, once and dreamed why Buddha climbs no mountains while three Christs show me their new pockets There’s an existentialist in my closet a hermit... Sign in to see full entry.

IF I COULD HAVE SEX ALL DAY I’D PROBABLY GET VERY CONFUSED ALL THE ZINK WOULD BE DRAINED FROM MY BODY AND I’D SEE THE SUN AS THE MOON THEN I’D BE THE LAST MINER IN CAMP TO WATCH MY BONES FALL APART MY TONGUE WOULD WIND UP IN MY SKULL AND THAT’S WHEN MY EYES WOULD POP OUT NO, THE ROAD TO SEX IS NOT... Sign in to see full entry.

Well, tongue and cheeking has been around thousands of years, and its the first we at WRAYL (We Report And You Listen) ever heard about it too. Its a rear and little known condition called Myapoperia. Now if you don't have a dry sense of humor (if any humor at all)--not to worry, because it only... Sign in to see full entry.

Did you know 50 million people suffer from dry eyes, never being able to express a watery emotion? If that's you, then take a look at new product. Endo-Wipes. Dr. John approved, and completely allergenic, these tissues (looks like Kleenex)is guaranteed to work for you! One dab in each eye will not... Sign in to see full entry.

So, here I am conversating with Mr. Ed (the talking horse) whom I now quote: “This water sucks! You got something you can put into it to make it more palatable? Just measure out 1 hoof, because I don’t want to get straddled in my saddle tonite.” But Mr. Ed ain’t whining. He’s entering the other part... Sign in to see full entry.

The world’s too big for me I should live in my shoe! Or be a turtle Carrying my house upon my back But here I am, born into a house My ancestors built Stoking the coals of my consciousness As if I were the first to huddle Over myself in a cave Language clots the veins Like the tongue of a flame That... Sign in to see full entry.

Bebop Betty was getting her act together before she put it on the road, while Lionel Hampton was in the saxophone section paying Stardust with his toes When the Theater of the Mind exploded and the pen ran out of ink Anias Nin was feeling herself up as a sculptress from within 32 artists were born... Sign in to see full entry.

weather breaks the sphere torches alighted the soldiers come home to dance Sign in to see full entry.

Oh, the joy of it! Cymbals banging their toes together in rarified air So.. The doors open The corridor, dark the heart palpitates anticipating the unexpected Wild restraint and kabuki fears Yes, Yes, Yes! this unspoken osmosis into carnal knowing But the moment it is happening it also disappears... Sign in to see full entry.