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About debooker

A brief (and somewhat ambiguous) biography. One hundred words, more or less, about David Booker might include the following: though lost in the cosmos without a compass, he has nonetheless managed to find his way into middle age. As to what he will do now that he is there is still a matter of speculation. He often seeks guidance from his youthful daughter as he alternately approaches and retreats from the slow expansion of his waistline and the slow collapse of Western Civilization as he knows it. He hopes the two will reach a libration (or libation) point and he will creep into old age with some dignity and clothes intact.

Earth Day: “Stars and Petals”

A billion trillion /
stars and azalea petals /
scatter life, sky and earth.

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Haiku to you Thursday (and photo): “Angry Old Man”

Angry old man glowers /
scared boy folded tight inside /
Spring flower un-bloomed.

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cARtOONSDAY: “sHE sAID”

A writer she gasped

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April 17, 2018 · 11:48 pm

Monday (morning) writing joke: “The ride”

A writer and a genie were trapped in a stuck elevator.

Writer: “Can you get us out of this?”

Genie: “Is that your wish?”

Writer, after thinking about: “Maybe we’ll wait.”

They wait two hours. Then three. Then six. Then….

Finally the writer said: “I wish for everybody in this building to have a wish.”

The genie wasn’t sure what he was getting at by that wish, but there was nothing in the rules against wishing everybody in the building have a wish, so he granted it.

The elevator doors immediately opened. But before the writer could step out, the elevator doors slammed shut and the elevator plunged downward, then upward, then crashed through the building and when it finally stopped the elevator doors opened on hell. The flames shot into the elevator, growing larger, brighter, and hotter.

Shaken by the experience, the writer sputtered: “I wish I had never made my wish.”

The slammed shut. The fire was gone, and the elevator was exactly where it had been when the wishing first started.

Eventually the doors were opened and as the writer was helped out, somebody asked him how he had managed to survive over nine hours in such a small space with nothing to do.

The writer smiled: “I’m a writer. Many days I spend my time in a small space where nothing seems to happen. Usually my imagination fills in the gaps. This was more or less a typical day for me.”

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Rotten Reviews or Rejections

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April 15, 2018 · 4:48 pm

Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Luck foretold”

4-1-3-1-8 /

Triskaidekaphobia /

All my luck foretold.

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Haiku to you Thursday (and photo): “Summer future”

Lottery tickets: /
hope for a summer future /
scratched away today.

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