The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
Each morning I sit stone still on a pillow and recite the Sutra on Loving Kindness, then breathe. Afternoons I sit stick stiff on my cushion and intone the Heart of Understanding and breathe. At night I lie worm curled hiding from fears and demons and retreat to my old mantra: Hail Mary, full of grace... then sleep. Mark J. Mitchell has worked in hospital kitchens, fast food, retail wine and spirits, conventions, tourism, and warehouses. He has also been a working poet for almost 50 years. An award-winning poet, he is the author of five full-length poetry collections, and six chapbooks. His latest collection is Something To Be from Pski’s Porch Publishing. He is very fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Miles Davis, Kafka, Dante, and his wife, activist and documentarian Joan Juster. He lives in San Francisco, where he once made his marginal living pointing out pretty things. Now, he is seeking work once again. he can be found reading his poetry here: https://www.youtube.com/@markj.mitchell4351. A meager online presence can be found at https://www.facebook.com/MarkJMitchellwriter/. A primitive web site now exists: https://www.mark-j-mitchell.square.site/. He sometimes tweets @Mark J Mitchell_Writer. Comments are closed.
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