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Despite financial
market crises we still have
much more than others.

Haiku Project

My informal writers' group has become more of a restaurant review group. At our weekend meeting we decided we should at least make some attempt to put pen to paper and finger to keyboard and resolved each to write at least 17 syllables every day until our next meeting, which is January 11. Other formal rules of haiku need not apply. Just 17 syllables, every day.

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Wade into shallow
pool of digital dating.
Plenty of fish? Not.

Haiku 1

Cakes of white frosting
Melt, revealing glass and steel
In the parking lot

Proud of my home county

in John Murtha's redneck, racist district.

Owl O'Lantern

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.

-- Mary Oliver

I Have One Thing to Say

Number. Three. Penn. State.

That is all.

Neighbor Kitteh

Loves my welcome mat.

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