Mishka’s Mythopoesis

Blog #43: Odin’s Ordeal (Day 5)

Blog #43: Odin’s Ordeal (Day 5)

Uh!  I suck at writing blogs… and—or… but, I mean… in the sense that I just don’t ever (rarely) do it…  I started off pretty well.  The first year, methinks I managed about three a month—of putting at least something out there… (in here…)  But now?  Oh, what the hell is the point?  (Nobody reads this shit anyway…)   So here’s some stuff I jotted recently:     Spells of...

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Blog #39: Sacred to Felicitas

Blog #39: Sacred to Felicitas

    …he felt the fervent heat of her supple, living meat quiver jigglingishly against his direful pelage…   “Hm, about a quart low,” he mused laconically to himself…     # # # #   —Mishka Zakharin © 2016    ...

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Blog #38: Egoic Introspective

Blog #38: Egoic Introspective

  “So, it’s been a while; anything new with you?” “My therapist says I’m a schizoid.” “Really? You have a therapist?” “No. Oh—and she also says I’m delusional…”   * Event Horizon   This is the Event Horizon of Me… where corporeity and spirituality meet— in dark and light, of great and slight, heavy and… well, light (again)… yin and yang, passive and aggressive, manic and...

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Blog #37: The Path of Totality

Blog #37: The Path of Totality

She was almost attractive, and you could tell she was bitter about the near miss… with a behind just a tad too generous for the hot-pants she sported—and a face to match! (Whatever that meant…) The only thing reasonably attractive about her was her neck: it was beautiful! Long (though not in a giraffe-ish kind of way) and smooth and thin and graceful and softly tanned and nicely moisturized but...

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Blog #35: Chunks of Sky (part 1)

Blog #35: Chunks of Sky (part 1)

—but before I get to that… in other news, I have the rough draft of Novel No. 3 (but that’s not what it’s called) finished… presumably—mayhaps… probably. And then—   Many, many, many years ago—in the bygone years of mine eldest youth… (i.e. ‘college’), I was sitting in an American lit. class at UW-Whitewater, and we were discussing the poetry of Walt Whitman. I thought of how ironic (and/or...

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Blog #33: Bygone Days of Eldest Youth

Blog #33: Bygone Days of Eldest Youth

…and so I had a notion to do a whole “Mishka: Year One” kind of a deal. Actually, for quite some time I’ve had it in my head to go through old journals and noveletters for material to use for new writing, and this seemed an apropos venue for doing so… Turns out a lot of what I wrote then was either extremely inappropriate or just plain crap. (Or both.) I’m sure many are those who would say such...

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