Miko for #MABWOW

I love this cause. Millionaires Against Bullying.

It feels inclusive and fun.

Many people still think their problems will be solved by more money. Me too. Money is awesome.

From what I can see tho, it does not come from cutting corners.

It comes from really loving what you do, so much that it just saturates your life with love – which is brilliance disguised in a pesky four letter word.

To join MABWOW one must put a video up. Here’s mine:

Still coming: Crossing Last Night’s Boat Moat

(The bat jammies because sometimes one signal is just not enough apparently. ūüėČ )



Crookedly Profound Harmony with Miko

Many of you know the plan is, like life, a crookedly profound harmony.

It is a magical storytelling circle that is going on at all times. It’s like a poem or a prayer – if you like, but something that comes from the heart primarily.

Then maybe the mind can help too.

We read stories everywhere. We hear them all the time. We listen to some we like. We remember even fewer. We remember the ones that touch us where we feel joy.

So in times of challenge – or ease – what if we could write our future? What if we were in charge and had the power to imagine something outrageous and realistic,

Then why not use the storytelling framework to tell new stories? The ones that are not past or future but are just the ones we love to tell. The ones that make our hearts swell.

The ones that are not about past or future but are just the ones we love to tell. The ones that make our hearts swell just to tell.

Some people like to hold a book. Some like to hold a device. Some people go back and forth.

But everyone has at least one story they like or don’t like.

Stories for everyone, all mediums. Everyone should have a chance to share the stories that light them up. No matter what language. Angry Birds was an amazing testament to that, being a super popular game with picture instructions.

What about my own story though? I feel like it’s best to share solutions that I have taken for a spin myself, because then I know I have tested them rigorously.

So as some of you know, I decided to start exploring this idea under many pen names (pseudonyms) and characters. The reason being, we are so multifaceted and I don’t think we get to express those sides of ourselves very much. How could we if there’s no framework for us to feel safe being the other sides of us, much less encouragement to explore what is outside of the realm of normalcy?

Story Characters, Streams of Consciousness, Kindness on Tumblr

An important part of any story is its characters.

Who is telling the story? Why? For now, Miko Hargett is. On my Facebook, a little other stuff leaks out. I have other buckets for my other categories of crazy online.

Sometimes I forget that I am writing a story at all and I just live it – this is me, being the story of me. It’s hard, being that we are all about doing.

Writing can bridge the gap between being and doing, and let me remind you again I am all about stream of consciousness* as a way of exploring things that really challenge us – like myself. ūüėČ

* stream of consciousness: 

In literary criticism, stream of consciousness, also known as interior monologue, is a narrative mode or device that depicts the multitudinous thoughts and feelings which pass through the mind. ( From http://literarydevices.net/stream-of-consciousness/) 

Related: https://www.britannica.com/art/stream-of-consciousness

On Facebook primarily, but also on Twitter when Facebook gets slow – I share thoughts that pop into my head because technology allows that to be enough to communicate and connect with someone.

The Interwebs, as I like to call the Internet and World Wide Web, is like a humongous brain that we are all tapped into.

This is an incredible resource that we have created in spite of our other skirmishes with life – to create goodness.

Since I was 15 and I learned about James Joyce’ Ulysses – I loved the concept. Virgina Woolf’s writing too. With all I have been through the last few years and then this year especially with cancer recovery – my brain doesn’t recall things that are not critical to healing. Interesting, isn’t it?

With all I have been through the last few years and then this year especially with cancer recovery – my brain doesn’t recall things that are not critical to healing. Interesting, isn’t it?

This means it is very challenging to focus. My body rejects things that are not “critical” – even stress vibes.

But it also means that following my mind around as I share what is on it, on the Interwebs, means that when people I knew didn’t know how to help me, there were people on the Interwebs that did.

Years ago I found encouragement and comfort on Twitter.com and Tumblr.com. Once I posted a selfie of me that said,

Will you love me with my dark side? Lyrics from Kelly Clarkson I think.

Someone responded,

Because of it. 

I could sleep.

So tumblr.com is a good place for love and hopeless places – but also for crookedly profound fun that comes from the heart’s depths and the mind’s heights.

Sharing Socially …

After all that backstory, this is how my crookedly profound harmony moment finally came about.

It’s been two weeks since I posted here.¬†I clicked on the Sharing section to make sure I am still sharing my pearls with appropriate networks.

  • Facebook.com – yes but only publish to my Miko Hargett page. Check.
  • Twitter.com – yes because Twitter can get moving. It’s data-rich and the Tweethearts are used to processing information quickly. It’s easy going and super useful.
  • Google Plus – Of course!
  • Tumblr. Screeech. Do I need another digital asset? Really? Tumblr is super cool though, they are about freedom of speech and being classy about it. It’s a great way to share neat information and feel cool about it. Haha.

Done. So I began the easy peasy Tumblr¬†prompts to getting started. I figure I’m going to go with Miko Hargett of course, because branding, etc.

But then tumblr¬†offers a list of usernames that I can change at any time…

Dun dun dun! Self expression! What sort of suggestions do we have here…


Tumblr knows me so well.

Done! Hahaha.

crookedlyprofoundharmony.tumblr.com is now live and connected to my WordPress.com and Twitter and also my Mikohargett.com blog. Feel free to follow and tumblr with me.

More, more, more soon

Next story coming to you eventually …

Crossing Last Night’s Bloat Moat¬†

A story about feeling bloated while on a bunch of medications and why it matters. 





Built for sin #ticktockbangbang 

I was built for temptation and sin,¬†I’ve been told.

Does that include pain?
Is it why I feel in pictures of me

With my back up facing the rain?

For years? Every day. Bless the pain.
Once I talked to my old lovers wife,

We agreed on so much –

Strangely or not,
He smirked “make love?!” The first time –

I thought his cuddles were hot.
We agreed that GI Jane had wisdom about pain –
It means you aren’t dead yet.
What does dead feel like though?
An out of body experience?
A Lucid dream?
Be honest now.
Does it maybe feel like not being seen?

Like you’re a ghost and there’s a dream –
Does it feel like not being heard?

Like a backwards breath –

A long silent scream?
Or is it nothing and is that better

Than having one doubt your humanity?

Till the one turn to many –

And our worship becomes vanity.
What is it really? Have you peered through their eyes too?

Warmed your feet inside their shoes?
How do you know them?

How do you know you?
I doubt you know all of me.
I’d like to change that. I feel bad that I could not find it in myself to tell the truth.
That I didn’t know what it was in words.
But I always felt it in my bones

Breathing sharply down my spine.

Till my back hurt so much

The snakes, kundalini, the spine our support –
Think of those who died and where they ¬†bore their scars –
I’ll tell you what I feel different
And how you could make them a legend –
If they’re dead-dead or dead-alive.
Sometimes we need a reboot in the form of a story.
We need something charming –
And if God is everything and more,
He is that also.
We’re his children they said.
Maybe the joke is that gods image meant skin.
What if it meant energy?
What if our mission is ngosis?

To experience sensation and evolve what that means?
What if the enemy of ngosis is the real enemy?
Bang bang.

I chose silence #ticktockbangbang 

I chose my silence But tick tock
Because confession,


It’s all copulation,

Tick tock.
And when I die I’ll haunt your dreams

With my monologues,

Tick tock.

Tick tock.
My sisters will rise.

Other brothers too.

They’ll say tick tock.

They’ll say bang bang too.
Bang bang to you.
That’s the future of shame.

Maybe the present,

So tick tock

Cuz bang bang.
Maybe you are wrong,

Bang bang;

Maybe I am,

Tick tock.
But he took my celibacy

And silence

And violated me

Bang bang.
Tick tock.


Tick tock.

Bang bang, he said

I went chop chop.
They’d shoot you

He said.

Bang bang.

Tick tock.
I’ll kick you to the moon

Tick tock bang bang.
Maybe do more squats,

I thought and smirked

– but –

But bang bang.
I’ll smash your head into the wall,

He said.

I’m the dragon head he said.
Tick tock bang bang
I stole all his whippets

Tick tock

Bang bang.
I found peace and I was love

Tick tock

Bang bang

I said it too.
In my half open kimono,

Bang bang

I didn’t knock

I’m love,

I said
And bang bang

Tick tock.
I shook while the nitrous filled my sadness

If I can breathe until the next breath
Oh well worst case –

Bang bang.
They holds no hopes for us here

Bang bang.
They said I was Dexter.

A dark passenger.

That when I reincarnated

I’d be a beggar,

Bang bang.
What’s wrong with a beggar?

Tick tock.
Cull the herd.

Bang bang.


#tictockbangbang #hybridmedia #socpoetry

He threw a chair towards me A stool. 

Bang bang. 
But it wouldn’t leave his hands. 

I froze his time. 

Bang bang. 
There was the institution to my left, off in the distance. 
It was 1997. 

Tick tock. 

Bang bang. 
It was green and cold and warm and the scent of a million screams that were gone now but not. 
I heard them say we died 

But we lived. 

And they shamed us 

Because tick tock 

Bang bang. 
Who has time to love, 

Bang bang? 
Cull the herd. 

Bang bang. 
Natural selection. 

Bang bang.
But the meek inherit the earth. 

Cuz their hands are free

And their hearts… 
Bang bang. 
Oh what have we here?! 
A martyr, a saint 

A suffering skin tent 

We know better now. 
Cuz hindsight. 

Tick tock. 

Bang bang.