JF Mingione: writings

What do I know of family vowels? I kiss the Sun good-morning and kiss the Moon goodnight Then I tuck myself into my dreams reading my story book of The Ongoing while the Sun is just arising in another part of the world I slumber meeting my other twins to slurp on Popsicles while they point me to the... Sign in to see full entry.

Who says my little toes don't like thin air popping out of mud like a hippo's ears? So, here we have tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum playing the parts today (OH, just put a sock on one of them and see what happens!) So Punch rushes out trying to find a Sock Doctor who turns out to be an undercover... Sign in to see full entry.

Economics was born with Adam and Eve, and The 2-sided Sword I watch the waves swell But everyone has another home We think we are peaches If not, that, an orange and If not that, the color of fruit Economics was born with the 2-sided sword Adam and Eve stand back to back Curling themselves into... Sign in to see full entry.

Limbo is some place I go when I have no place to be Call it a twilight, a meridian of thought, it's the hiatus where nothing meets It's the cave of flickering shadows climbing upon the walls Even dreams dare not enter because they know they'll just get lost So, don't believe what you might have... Sign in to see full entry.

I can't be everything to myself because it might make people confused Why Algebra is not one of my settings but like the Sun and the Moon It's the question of thinking a thought or where one might want to begin With the Subject or Object or a reality somewhere within Sign in to see full entry.

SO, OK. I GAVE MYSELF A BIG HUG, TODAY BECAUSE I NEEDED IT AND IT WAS REALLY GREAT TO BE WELCOMED HOME EVEN IF I HAD TO DO IT MYSELF AND BECAUSE I REALLY NEEDED TO TAKE MY SHOES OF....AHHHH SO, HERE I AM IN MY DECOMPRESSION CHAMBER HAVING A FEW BEERS--HEY. WHO NEEDS THE BENZ? WHEN I START WONDERING... Sign in to see full entry.

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

Maybe I wish to sing of love like Neruda with gnarled roots twisitng down into this earth, my soil And to grasp this hand that would lead me back to my unaccomplished deeds Maybe, I wish I knew how to sing a song without metaphor and be carried like a seed to the threshold of my being To sing this... Sign in to see full entry.

spunk, waddle, and contortions does Rubber Maid still make glue? I'll get it together if I can get my shoes back from Bridgeport (well, I was just there, wasn't I?) and the only reason I got lost is because it looked the same as any other place I've been except for the name of the streets & the 2... Sign in to see full entry.

When the Theater Of The Mind exploded the pen ran out of ink Bebop Betty was getting her act together before she put it on the road, while Lionel Hampton was in the saxaphone sction playing "Stardust" with his toes When the Theater OF The Mind exploded and the pen ran out of ink Anias Nin was... Sign in to see full entry.