JF Mingione: writings

The Hunchback of the Steeplechase points his paintbrush into the Sun’s eye So the Sun begins to cry, then gets very angry and closes down the Sky, and reaches for his rifle The shots crackle through the firmament as he shoots frozen pellets at the hunchback The Hunchback of the Steeplechase retreats... Sign in to see full entry.

In the samba of my life i close the door to my room Death and Change are never the same so I wait here for the knock In the samba of my room I close my eyes lying on my samba bed Why do miracles need a sky? Death and Change are never on time they're never here until they knock So in the samba of my... Sign in to see full entry.

Looking into the mirror the snake recoiled gasping at itself The invader jumped back too, surprised What! Put space back into the arch without resetting the bridge? Sign in to see full entry.

I DON'T LIKE GUITARS, BUT I LIKE THIS TOUCHY-TOUCHY, AND WALKING UPRIGHT IN A RHYTHM SOMETIMES MUSIC SEEMS SO MUSICAL IT COULD TICKLE A SKY WITHOUT TOUCHING IT WHILE A SADNESS SMILES IN SPARKLING EYES THE LEAP INTO AN EVENTUAL BREATH WILL MAKE THIS CLUTTER MINE Sign in to see full entry.

It worked, once, when the World wore a dress carrying her secrets in her bosoms And Time had a face, completely familiar, because it never changed They say the sky was closer, then when the mountains were woven to the heavens with a silver thread, and little wooden paths beat their way to the door... Sign in to see full entry.

I don’t know about you, but I always had this feeling that death is a little extreme, if not a bit irregular--probably because it’s the only thing in the universe that’s actually final. Now, I’m not saying it doesn’t make sense (so, ok. I’m working on it! ). Somehow, it (death) doesn’t seem to fit... Sign in to see full entry.

It seemed healthy at the time but when I got home they were 3 feet long not that they grew, i just didn't notice they were 1/3 my height well, it turned out to be a little/big negotiation because after I gave them a bath in sea-salt water (hey, any vegie would like that!) shook the water of very... Sign in to see full entry.

I don't like what's in the box but I really don't know what's outside it either this relationship seems necessary for not to have a box would be nothingness So, if the box exists, it has an outside dimension which can be perceived as such (how else would we know there is a box?) Thus the perspective... Sign in to see full entry.

Polka-dot Annie goes to the Moon singing with her earphones on But she takes another orbit, missing her connection and winds up on another moon She gets out of her space capsule wearing her polka-dot cotton dress holding her suitcase and wearing this hat that everyone liked in the 1940’s She starts... Sign in to see full entry.

Clatter these pots and pans preparing the artist’s escape route Clang their lids till the pottery shatters its secrets within the volcano Leap into the belly of the lamb while drinking the blood of the Revolution Resurrect this vision from dust that we succeed not only by chasing our tails Sign in to see full entry.