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 This site is too difficult to deal with: too slow, too frustrating,
so I will not be posting here anymore. If you want to see what
I am up to you can go to my "Official" 2013 Blog. Thanks and
have a great day! 

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I find that I have less to say recently. I’m not sure of the reason for this, but I suspect that it might have something to do with this new pill that I am on that is supposed to curb mania. I like my mania. It is a driving force in… Read full post »

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I'm up at 4 a.m. wondering if I should have that second cup of coffee. The cats came out for a minute, and ate their a.m. wet food snack, and went back to the bedroom where Joan, and the dogs are still asleep. I can't believe that… Read full post »

Atlanta Musician, Olin Rainwater, passed yesterday. Olin was an amazing musician, an amazing husband, and an amazing father. I used to visit Olin often, when we lived across the driveway from each other, on Dixie Ave. Olin would play his songs for me for hours. He was an amazing song… Read full post »

I have gotten in the habit of feeding my dogs rice, along with their dry dog food. I don’t know where I read that rice is good for them, but Joan just read, on the internet, that rice helps to dry their skin out, and we have been have a large… Read full post »

Our House

She likes to check the mail, as do I.

She likes to cut the lawn, which is good,

because I don’t.

She loves to cook. I love to eat.

We both raked the yard, this afternoon.

She likes to make me my coffee.

I love coffee, and I love… Read full post »

 

I feel warm. The frog is fed, misted, and cricketed. The dogs have been lead to the woods to do what they do, and fed; the cats have been fed. The Turtle eats on Wednesday, and Sunday. It is now time to write a couple of poems, and then take… Read full post »

Give thanks that you can show love

 

Ringo, my frog, doesn’t care about love

but I love him, anyway. Without me he

wouldn’t survive in his little plastic box.

I provide the dirt. I provide the moss. I

spray him down every day with a watery

mist, and provide the… Read full post »

 

Ringo, my frog, spent most of yesterday visible in his home container. I changed his dirt, and I think that it took him awhile to get used to the new dirt. This morning, Ringo, is, once again, submerged in dirt, as is his norm. I hope that you have a… Read full post »

 A small piece of shit
 
I have walked past this thing on the floor of the extra bathroom for two, or three days. Until just now, I thought that it was a dirty ole leave, but on my last visit to this facility, I got the feeling that it was a small… Read full post »

Two Frog Poems

 

 

Don’t pay money for this picture show

 

The frog doesn’t do anything

except flip out his long tongue

to catch criquets that I put in his box.

 

--Mikel K

 

Confession of a broke cheap skate

 

Love has figured out that we have… Read full post »

It is Saturday morning. We make love. She makes coffee. I drop a couple of live crickets into my frog’s box, turn on my turtle’s light, feed the dogs, and feed the cats. We ‘re trying to beat The Gas Company, so we have the heat turned down enough, in the… Read full post »

 

Nov. 9, 2012 
 It’s Friday in Mableton, Ga., and the parking lot at the K Mart-Dollar Store Parking lot is full of large American pickup trucks driven by Mexicans. We have come here to buy milk. I have my milk habit down to just a tablespoon, or so, every once in a…

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In thirty years I will be 85 and the trees will be grown

 

Out front, five new trees are taking root.

Three of them came from the woods behind us

and two came from the big, big hardware store.

--Mikel K 

 

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At the insistence of a friend, I stopped listening to the song, “Imagine,” by John Lennon, and turned on Glenn Beck. Beck was blaming God for something. I assumed that he was talking about the outcome of The Election. I try to only listen to Beck when I am cleaning out… Read full post »

 

"We're all in this together," Obama said in a tweet he sent just after 11:20 p.m., when the TV networks declared him the winner. "That's how we campaigned, and that's who we are. Thank you. — bo"

 

Public Transportation

Sometimes on the bus I pick my nose
I… Read full post »

A fourteen dollar breakfast

The hotel that charged us $45
to park our car
in their garage; valet none the less,
also, wanted us to pay $14 for someone
to bring a two egg breakfast
to our room. Service they call it!

 

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My good friend Olin Rainwater is in ICU at St. Joe's this morning. This man is an amazing musician, who many of us know from our Atlanta Music Scene, a brilliant songwriter, an amazing guitar player, and even more importantly, a wonderful, kind caring human being, a husband, a father. Please… Read full post »

Fuck. I just spent over an hour trying to enlarge the icons on this laptop, to no avail. How very frustrating. Simple computer things often baffle me. If left to my thinking, we would still be striking sticks together to make fire.

This computer is supposed to be dead.… Read full post »

I met the nicest young lady in the lobby of the hotel, this morning. Her name was Sadie. She was making a waffle on the type of waffle machine that has been in every hotel that we have stayed at, on the road, except for the most expensive o

I'm checking in to no one but myself; holed up in Indiana, in the smallest hotel room that anybody would dare sell to you, for a night, for ninety bucks. I was taking a desperate piss, after coming off of the highway, when my love approached the short haired, well-groomed young… Read full post »

ALL PHOTOS OF MIKEL K POET BY JUST JOAN.  Read full post »