Two hundred dollars short.


    Vera shuffled into a strip mall bank branch which was flanked by a nail salon and a vitamin shop. The mall had drifted into premature uselessness, with half the stores selling vacancy signs. She wore a quilted robe with ample splashes of fur in floral patterns front and back plus on the cuffs, collar and hemline. On her feet were white cotton slippers with velcro straps undone. As she flowed up to a teller window, clumps of streaked grey hair tried to escape from underneath a fraying ball cap.

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    A Pre-Super Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon




    Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:



    Rod McKuen's died.
    All Jean would say is that he
    couldn't sing either.


    (Just kidding – RIP Rod McKuen )


    Heartless Poet


    He wanted one poem to plop down in his lap,

    Contented and revealing within the first draft;

    It's phrases weaned...lines well proportioned,

    .....a poem like that seldom walks in the door.


    We need to talk. she said.

    Odd timing, he said, I'm writing.

    No, I mean it, she said.

    O.K., just a minute,

        .. a wildflower steals under yon fence row,

         poignant, the shy hues of parting glances,

    Is your heart in this? she asked.

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    A Recuperative Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon



    Here's this week's rather meager heap of haikus:



    Sometimes if you stare
    hard enough you can convince
    folks of anything.

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    Ball Talk

    Why are so many people talking about balls all of a sudden? I just don't understand it. Balls have been hanging around for a long time, but now there's all this fuss about how hard they're supposed to be! Did you hear they're even on TV deciding how much balls should weigh? Yes, really!

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    Dynamic Scoring! (Rag Time)

    I ran across this today. I picked the few that I thought was really great. 



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    A Funny, Freezing, Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon


    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


    A cold wind will blow
    o'er any innovation
    'til it catches fire.



    Twilight, cold and wet ...
    To ease the chill in my bones,
    a savory bisque!




    A New Year Rose Ceremony.


    When I was in High School I was active in a Baptist church which today stands in near ruins, its stained glass windows having been extracted and used in an office complex.

    The pastor took a special interest in me and when I turned sixteen and could drive my mother's Chevy, he suggested me as a Sunday substitute preacher at some smaller country churches.I had several prepared sermons and stuck to basic themes. On the debate team in High School, I was not bad on my feet.

    O, Christmas Tree!

    I love trees in general. Yeah. I've hugged 'em. So, my affection for Christmas trees should come as no surprise. Even though I do not follow the Christian faith, I have come to understand not being Christian does not necessarily stop anyone from putting up a Christmas tree. It has become, I think, a kind of generic symbol of gift-giving, good tidings and joy.

    Are you doing all right?


    "Yeah", said Ben,"this is basically a sports chair, I can lift it into the car easily and I'll pop a wheelie for you after I've had another bourbon."

    Dutch had been driving to Chicago and stopped at Ben's house outside Tulsa. They had been fraternity brothers at Yale in the Sixties. Dutch was divorced and Ben's wife Ginger had died three years earlier.

    "I admit that I'm shocked to see you in that chair", said Dutch, "how did it happen?"

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    A Festive Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon



    Here's this week's heap of haikus:




    As the chaos fades,
    I pause to think hard about
    where to go from here.

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    Just For Me

    I spent a few hours late this afternoon writing a piece for this space. Unfortunately, something happened and it disappeared. I was frustrated, irritated and downright exasperated. My first thought was that it had been a complete waste of time, hours spent for no reason whatsoever. Well, I was wrong. Chances are good that it wasn't particularly worth reading, but that's not the point. I wrote it because I wanted to write, not because I wanted to be read. There's a difference, you know.

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    A Dopey, Door-busting Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    Here's this week's heap of haikus:



    Rain evaporates
    The Autumn leaves decompose
    Snow melts.  Life goes on.


    Those people down the road.

    "The kids ain't comin' for Thanksgiving tomorrow", Francine yelled out to Darrell, who was blowing leaves off the deck in back of the house. "Angie's got strep, so we're going to be alone".

    "Well I can watch the Cowboys without all that commotion", said Darrell.

    "I guess I can just sit here and eat this big ham all by myself, then" , she said.

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    Stay Strong, Ferguson

    The Grand Jury decision regarding whether or not to indict Ferguson Police Officer Wilson for the killing of Michael Brown will be announced tonight. Should there be an indictment, the charges levied against him will be included in the statement. The stage has been set for quite some time - the question now is the theatre itself.

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    A Hat Tip to Mr. Smith . . .


    You are an inspiration...

    After reading through your A Fairly Freezing Friday Afternoon... I was sitting on our sun deck (Southern California here) watching the day go by and the following happened...


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    A Fairly Freezing Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon


    Here's this week's heap of haikus:


    A doormat thrown in
    the trash has obviously
    worn out its welcome.




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    Simple Little Cookie Stamp and Peanut Butter Cookies

    I was wandering through Walmart the other day waiting for my grand daughter get her hair cut. So I took a look in the cake decorating isle and found this little cookie stamp by Nordic Ware.  I try to buy something every year from Nordic Ware because all their products are American made.  Only now after 20 + years of doing this I have quite a collection of bake ware and have run out of space to store it.

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    Beneath The Spin* Eric L. Wattree



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