The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age

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A Warm, Yet Wintry Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

 

Here's this week's heap of haikus: 

 

 

double haiku:

To avoid what is
unknown is to stop asking
questions.  Keep learning.

Life is a question
Our quest for knowing is the
path on which we walk

 

 

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A Pre-Approved Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

tanka haiku:

"That's me with Santa"...
"Why are you on a horse and
not on a reindeer?"

Grandma paused and then whispered,
"Dear, no-one sits on Rudolph."

(My mom with Santa ... circa 1927)

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A Cobbled Together Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

 

 

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My faded old jeans
easy and comfortable;
worn from the wearing.

 

 

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One luxury of
being rich; you can ignore
all your own failings.

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A Slightly Delayed Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

 

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I wander the streets
confused and bleeding, I can't
find my way back home.

 

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Thirty Woodstocks ...

I just don't think people can get their heads around how ridiculous it is that Donald Trump is saying he is going to deport 12 million people.   So ... let's put things in perspective, shall we?  I mean, the logistics of this 'grand event' should make everyone laugh this moron back to his gold lame penthouse in Trump Tower.

Deporting 12 million people is the equivalent of deporting every person at 30 Woodstocks.  That's right, THIRTY times the number of people that attended fucking WOODSTOCK! There were only 400,000 people at Woodstock.  This is 30 times that number!! 

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A Fixer-Upper Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

 

 


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Harmonica bench ...
on a harmonious beach
blues, powered by wind.

 

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A Fresh and Fabulous Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

'midst the brown marsh grass,
an old wooden dock waits for
its boat to return.

low clouds fill the sky,
all journeys begin with hope
wood wharf seeks closure.

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A Ghastly, Ghostly, Frightening Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Here's this week's headless heap of haikus:

(Ding-Dong!)  Trick or Treat!!
"Who are YOU supposed to be?!"
(Candy dropped in bags.)

Life is but a dream,
and in dying we awake
un-departed souls

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A Lovelorn Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

 

 

 

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