Jon Mychal

Tag: poetry

  • An old friend returns…

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    May 7, 2008 rtr345terdgfsdfertfdsgcvbgfdsretdgtersretrtetsrret34546ere54657ytetrsfdghcsbdnvgdfsrerjhgdfsterdjhgtretrdftregdfretfdregbvfdertsdfer3456etrdgsfcvdfetrsdferdtfgdvcbvdfrtmystical words hidden in pork fat and capers – the lived variety; the experienced type. Not the tart little berries that cause the lips to pucker and the tongue to curl. This keyboard appears to function properly. Time reveals. Things are not often as they appear.  ©2008 Jon Mychal Tweet

  • It’s Always ‘NOW’… brought to You by ‘Then’…

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      Ruminating on a lecture I recently watched by neuroscience researcher and popular “new atheist” Sam Harris on ‘Death and the Present Moment’, among other things, I was impressed by the fact that he was able to cajole 4000+ atheists in to doing a 5 minute “mindfulness meditation” akin to certain Buddhists practices. And rather effortlessly,…

  • The Process…

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      “Sometimes I see ladies walking and crying; Those are my blue skies; Those are my high heels.” (poetic thought — referring to a woman I saw a few days ago on Bayview ave. — crying while walking and on her mobile phone) The latter part refers to the sky I’m presently viewing while perched…

  • A Day in the Life…

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    (Journaling while in transit) Breezy day — coolish; some sun — I’m sitting on a bench in the makeshift GO station at York Mills and Yonge, once again waiting for the ‘Oshawa 94’ to roll in and whisk me away, back to Ajax, and what might possibly be the last recording session with Daniel L.…

  • “I’ll have a large coke — no ice…”

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    … a statement we’ve all heard at some point across this fat and spoiled continent, most likely in a fast food joint. This past weekend, while out for brunch (see “Stuff white people like” www.stuffwhitepeoplelike.com), ‘Mother Nature’ /aka Gaia /aka ‘The Goddess’TM, etc. came calling, and off to the ‘lieu’ we went (I know how…