When I lived in Japan, I found a lot of things were easier to do. In part, that was because there are often well-defined structures in place. The language also helped. Although I was never as proficient at it as I wanted to be, it provided a convenient mask that enabled me to feel safer in some situations, thereby enabling me to be more myself than I would have otherwise. This came to mind this morning as I watched an episode of a Japanese drama while enjoying my morning cup of coffee…
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Tawaret, Lost (a poem)
Sometimes, I end up combining things…
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The truth about lighting (a poem)
I saw a commercial last night that started me thinking about lighting…
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Thursday morning, partly cloudy (a poem)
An early start this morning…
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Overnight in Chaos Town (a poem)
Trying to capture the dream I had last night…
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What am I afraid of losing? (a poem)
A tentative step towards thinking about something I once read…
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Colors and solutions (a poem)
Yes, I have been coloring again…
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The crayon stone (a poem)
Not actually a stone, but a crayon with many colors melted into a stone shape…
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Thoughts that keep me from sleeping (a poem)
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The Age of Unreason (a poem)
I really should read less of the news…
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