Pensacola, Florida, USA
January 08
A Poet/Bassist rhyming the Page and roaming on Stage, I issue my work as (Le) MotMista, signed "!mm," betokening too my birth-name, L.Michael McNab. I hope a line I have reeled out or might yet unleash shall stand in time with a few by Shakespeare, Bashō, or Edward Kamau Brathwaite… Yes, posterity’s regard is my quest in trailing the Muse. Absent this audacity, why bother to write? More thrills lie in tailing fast women.


JUNE 16, 2013 6:45AM

Not Your Usual Father's Day Poem





           Old Manlhmcnab!!



                       for l.h.m. born auguRead full post »

MAY 27, 2013 9:38AM

“a still small voice”

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SEPTEMBER 21, 2010 4:44PM

Telephone Amour


PhoneSexA!!       …for Pam

Your voice, oozing lush

Syrups of plums and peaches,

Seeps with love's juices...



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FEBRUARY 14, 2010 7:50AM

It's a Man's World.

§Disclosure: This contrarian viewpoint was my comment on an opinion piece – ‘Reading Between the Sheets’ by Lisa Belkin – in today’s NY Times Magazine. Ms. Belkin's piece used “the tale of Iris Robinson — yes, Mrs. Robinson — the 60-year-old memberRead full post »
SEPTEMBER 11, 2009 2:10PM

“No Making Out in the Checkout Line!”












on how

 you  gnawed/

My neck,

the flustered clerk

 stewed./ We

 lewdly cared less.



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SEPTEMBER 3, 2009 3:00PM
















...for ’tish



we go down, as must


true lovers, come dark: in love-


musk cocooned, we drown.







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AUGUST 31, 2009 10:26AM

No Cougar, She








      ...for CFM





.i. Blue


Hers is some bouquet,


Laced with such potent petals


— Your stunned heart spurts.




.ii. Blue’s Feet


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An expanse of beach extends this sunrise;

bare, bare, the cool sand, pristine in silence.

Ripples of the pale sea whisper in attendance

as nought stirs, all lying barren to the eyes.

Palms cup the sea’s edge in seeming obeiRead full post »

JULY 9, 2009 5:00PM

...Dark Sister



                   "Only a fool points at his origins with his left hand."  [Ghanaian Proverb]

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JUNE 15, 2009 1:40PM

Seen and Missed



Two crawled by,

soft-soled, they crept,

as through some crypt,

uncalled eyes...


My spare books,

my coffee mug, my lamp,

my schemes, on pages limp,

bore their look...


Songs half-writ,

my lyrics, partway through their scan,

absorbed each dude, each skeptic skin,Read full post »

JUNE 5, 2009 7:15AM



                                          …for CW

prurient will psalm

pinch probeRead full post »

MAY 7, 2009 10:30PM

[Poem for his Bride]




                ...for K, october ten, two thousand & three 


lay wholly, as your mysteries in me,

your sterling curls and supple measures, down

around my wanton brows and therRead full post »

APRIL 19, 2009 7:35AM

How is the Rebel become Tame!




…Doth stink the city:

Dung, implicitly.


I wrote that bit of doggerel eons ago (at about age 25), in my footloose, idealistic, youthful, rebellious (oxymoron, anyone?) phase. A quarter-century later, married thrice since then, these days I argue with my wifeRead full post »

APRIL 16, 2009 3:55PM


it's burning

with the need

to blurt

and fling --

a seething

laden thing


air --


that'll ignite

its purblind flair

to spurt! out! and brave

the dark, nattering neutrals of the night

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