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Infaminka

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About Me


I'm still waiting for my ship to come in...

...In the meantime I write, read, and consume a lot...

...and try to laugh about it all.

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A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
Equality, I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
Im younger than that now.

B. Dylan, "My Back Pages"

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Remembering
Peter P. King, January 18, 1972--December 1, 1996 An exceptional human and friend.

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The boys of East Harlem

The Man in Black

My Interests

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Them ↓ (Oh, and you, of course)

My Blog

~* Camera's Eye: Collected Poems of Minka M *~

Okay, so I'm working on a collection of poetry tentatively entitled Camera's Eye: Where Reality is Two-Dimensional and Truth Double-Sided, and I wanted to share it with you all.  Some of you have alre...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 05:09:00 GMT

Old School

    Mini Miss M and her friend John Hayes on the roof of their building at 31 Union Square West, June 1984. ~* Remembering Twin Towers             This is the only personal photo I have of t...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 05:05:00 GMT

G-d bless the clicky things in life.....

Now that I've discovered the secret behind clicky things (as opposed to begging Mikey to take pity on my poor html skills), I've clicky-thinged nearly all the images in my content tables ("intere...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 11:48:00 GMT

Bronx Bronx Baby, Pt.I

A mere six months after the fact, may I present to you a day at the Bronx Zoo....I've broken it into parts--this one covers my favorite shots of various animals.  Enjoy!   Papa & Mama Monkey (I've...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 18:35:00 GMT

I have meowlings!!!!

Okay, through a roundabout but lovely manner, I have become a kitty mother again, to a pair of four-month olds, a brother & sister.  Here are my new little ones in my new apart...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 12:47:00 GMT

New poem--stab at haiku

On days when I can't cry for myself there's always the television. ~*
Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 12:58:00 GMT

Changing of the Guard (new poem)

    Changing of the Guard     Some days I walk enclosed in my own white space; head down, collar up eyes following the groove of the pavement, ears marking the beat of my footsteps...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 13:11:00 GMT