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Odds and Ends No. 43 (Part 2)


I’ve had the same server for over six years except for today. I couldn’t help notice that Fong sneezed a lot. (Not good for me and my not so immune system.) I noticed that I was the third customer of the day. Not surprised. I walked in soon after they […]

Odds and Ends No. 42


I’ve concluded without deep thinking or any intelligence applied, that my electronic world doesn’t differ very much from my real world. Better said, it occurred to me that they are parallel worlds subject to the same dysfunction of mine at any time. They are not exempt from my stupid choices […]

Commentary on Haiku 16.17


I got out early on purpose today. I had Moo Goo Gai Pan on the brain. And steamed rice. Simple chicken and vegetables seemed like a great idea. I ate slowly because I still had forty minutes before my next EMDR session. Well, sort of. These are sessions in between […]

Without Fear


I went down high school memory lane this week for a pending EMDR session. I thumbed through my three yearbooks. Sixty-two was not as bumpy as I thought it was. I transferred in that year. It came and went. Can’t remember much with class photos the size of a postage […]

Odds and Ends No. 29


I sat staring so long, thinking so hard, my coffee was cold with sludge floating on the surface. It sat too long; I sipped but it left a heavy ring on the inside of the cup which matched the ring I imagined was on the inside of my head. No […]

Dismissed in Four Haiku


why they dismissed me for life I’ll never know was it so love and I would never touch or that life would pass me by how cruel life has been what an empty and lonely place but words I don’t fully understand stir in my spirit so the last will […]

Odds and Ends No. 26


What do you do when the day has gone by so fast you only have fifteen minutes to post before you have to do the next thing? That is me this very minute. I’m typing like a madman! The time since my last post was full, no complaints but all […]

Odds and Ends No. 22


I couldn’t get a grip on anything so was all over the place. Breakfast was sweet but I was scattered. Perfect coffee again. Same toast and matzohs. But time flew. Maybe the muscles you use to type are different than the ones you use to write by hand. My left […]