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Inside the Fishbowl
Inside the Fishbowl I don’t listen to music while I write but today is different. I need a push, a start, a smile, an “I love you”, something. I’m playing one of those “Best of” collections released in...
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Here and There
If I try to run from my myself, where can I go? If I try to stop thinking about stuff, how do I do that? Abuse has hammered me with a false sense of self that oozes with overthink and under-do. Not...
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Electronic Intimacy
“What’s on your mind?” greeted me from the quick draft window. I decided to read before I write, so I scrolled through the reader to see what I’ve missed. Then I read you. I read your pain. I went from...
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Flax Seeds of Laughter
I had started coffee. But from where I stood shaving, it sounded like coffee was brewing on the roof. I listened harder. It was a morning rain percolating with increasing intensity instead. My ears...
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Down to the Bone
I have too many things on my to-do list, so I deleted a bunch, things I just won’t get to today or ever. Why do I have one? How did it get to be 11:45? I’m good at minutia. The big things on the list I...
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Tea by Design
I went firmly back to tea, I did really, but drank a thermos of coffee anyway today from midmorning on like a man possessed by what I don’t know. Mistake. The cream and sugar made it worse; I felt like...
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The Sweet Bean Movie in Haiku
cherry blossoms in spring and a flutter of wind he must start early sentaro performs pancake griddle ritual for dorayaki wanaka and her high school friends eat these ho-hum sweet cakes every day he...
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Remembering Unresolved Trauma in Three Haiku
there is a movie looping in my head because I saw him it was when I was eight I didn’t want to know anymore but I must if I’m ever going to know what he did and the film might end
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Waiting for the Impossible in Three Haiku
I’m like a nomad scorched by the desert sun and by life’s scars within and without waiting for healing tasting water that isn’t yet there a nomad going mad according to others but not to my God
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Mostly Minutiae No. 9
It has only been an hour since sunrise. It took me longer than usual to choke down my vitamins and pills. I hate taking them. Or maybe it is because I have to consume more water than I want to drink....
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Mostly Minutiae No. 14
Some days seem longer and some seem shorter. Seemed longer and I still have to vacuum. Some poems are longer; some are shorter. Today may have to be shorter. I’m exhausted. I think the fire pit...
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Mostly Minutiae No. 15
It is 19:45 hrs. First time on my PC today. Very busy day. After a quick one cup of coffee breakfast, out the door in rush hour to the airport. Fifty minutes on the 17 to the 10 and we were there....
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Remembering the Unthinkable in Three Haiku
remembering past the pain the room was cold I was naked and cold I was a boy forced to feel pain well beyond years of understanding for which no cry or scream could satisfy such that my silence prevailed
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Mostly Minutiae No. 16
I’m in a daze. Day of recovery and reflection. Very tired from yesterday. I think I’m more tired from the impact of EMDR than anything else. The ground was wet when we got up. A surprise rain...
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