Monthly Archive: August, 2015

Question Insanity

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As I sit at my desk drinking tea out of something that isn’t a styofoam cup (ok, so it’s corning ware), I contemplate questioning insanity.   It’s so easy to say, “You’re crazy!”… Continue reading

An Overblown 1st World Problem

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I’m sitting in my home office, it’s 11:00 pm and the page isn’t typing itself.  I open my eyes to find Coon Cat staring at me. He’s stretching across the table between the… Continue reading

The 2 am mind

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What’s on my mind? Nothing much at 2 in the morning (that I haven’t already written about in my last post). Guess I’ll write a haiku before going to bed. The 2 am… Continue reading

The Jelly Roll of Despair

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Early Monday Morning.  It feels so good to rest my head on the back of a well-padded office chair while I sit in the dark and type.  The Fat White Dog has stopped… Continue reading

Conquering fear

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Well God, or love, or kindness, or just another part of me that’s too ornery to die, if the goal of living this delusion called life is to overcome my fear I’m doing… Continue reading

Hope and Luck Haiku

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Challenge #56  #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt The rules are simple. Take the two words (Hope and Luck) & write a Haiku add this link in your post to give others a chance to… Continue reading

The Fog Horn of Insanity

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One a.m. is my new best friend and it follows me around, like a horny man or a pesky cat or a senile, drunken hound.   I’m making tea in the foggy sea  that… Continue reading

Thoughts in the dark

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God, I don’t understand.  I was asleep at 9 pm and now I’m up at 1.  My body feels like it’s being spun around on an amusement park ride and it isn’t the… Continue reading

Training vs Education

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More Questions

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Yes, I’m up again–at 3am–and I want to know the answer to a few questions:  Is insomnia a type of meditation and 3-in-the-morning the height of imagination, or is it more like 2… Continue reading