JF Mingione: writings

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


If lightning blinds me It’s only thru hindsight I approach The unexpectedness of an un-spent dream that spills before me Tidy is the dream that unzips it’s amour To face the Sun As if I could complete myself In a day’s journey I am what I am A rock amongst rocks And in one glorious moment To reveal... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 21, 2011


I could have been born as red as apple Or the color of an orange If I were born next door I’m just glad I was born me And not an orange Because I got enough to deal with Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

The idea of God always seems a little big for me And even if there were a beginning and an end Why am I always in the middle of another beginning? I might wonder about this thought If I had one While striving for a harmony Within my imperfections Meanwhile The question remains the same Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A Short, Very Short, Pre-History of Music

Chap 1): I don’t think there’s a big mystery where music begins if we consider the first slap on our little behinds, and our entrance into this world. Not that there was anything articulate, but if sound is sound, then we were all born singing in our own individual voice. Just think about faces, and... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

This daylight savings stuff is getting me confused. When I was growing up in Stonehenge, I think it used to be in early May. Then they moved it back to April, and now it starts tonite. If they (and who's them?) keep moving it back, we'll be resetting our clocks on New Year's eve. Now to the the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Secret By Osmosis

Must I smile once again Within this unclasped moment Of all my beginnings Or let my heart flutter With butterfly wings Seeking today the cups of tomorrow Of undefined grace Or why this sparrow would choose to nest In what I consider my shortcomings? Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 4, 2011

If I could love again, would I count my shoes?

If I could love again, would I count my shoes? To wonder where I was walking As if in something new Or consider my shadow that follows me about That reason should be raised To explain my conscious doubts? My mind is making movies again And it doesn’t have a plot So why am I doting here While growing... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Some Thoughts on Unrequited Love

1) I’m really getting confused about this movie I’m in Because forever and ever is never in the script I only had two big loves in my life And each woman told me they “were getting too happy, and they had to move on” I’m starting to get a complex about all this And I’m beginning to feel I’m missing... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 25, 2011

I don’t know why death is always inconvenient I just don’t think it fits into my lifestyle Not that I don’t like being in process and becoming What I am becoming But isn’t it a little strange that we can Only experience death once And never even get to write about it? Sometimes I got a problem... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The world’s too big for me I should live in my shoe Or like a crab Scuttle my depths Looking for a mysterious leakage Is there a place where memories seep Between a then and now? The world’s too big for me I should be a crab living in a sunken shoe Remembering nothing, contemplating The tides of... Sign in to see full entry.

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