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Praying For Potatoes [1:47m]:
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Praying For Potatoes
Standing on this corner with a tooth pick in my ear when along came this preachers kid, wearing a pork pie hat praying for potatoes
“Potatoes” I exclaimed,what will you do if you get them? Ha! She shouted and handed me a five pound bag of Brooklyn’s best spuds.
Imeadiatly I crossed the street becoming a Zen monk meditating on the question of starch.
I was Interrupted by an abbot wearing a pork pie hat who told me I was grasping at illusions, then handed me a frying pan as she showed me the door.
Outside and owl sitting on a pork pie hat gave me directions along with two cans of Sterno and a stick of butter.
I found my way to a cardboard city full of hungry people, opened the Sterno and fed the masses with just five pounds of potatoes.
Make mine French a voice commanded from the either, I looked up to see Lou Reed wearing a pork pie hat handing out bottles of ketchup.
I’m back on this corner outside a store that sells only, pork pie hats, I’ve got a suitcase in my hand waiting for the bus then off to the Midwest to plant potatoes.
I never got enlightened but I found the eyes to see what was in front of me. And there will always be a pork pie hat watching my back.
Published by Craig Daniels //
That Killarney [1:15m]:
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That Killarney
Sliding into the booth Killarney draped her bare leg over my thigh, discreetly the waiter looked away.
Killarney’s left hand caressed my jaw, her tongue painting a mandala on my ear.
“It means eternal peace” she cooed, “or it means I’m your eternal piece,” mocking her own Irish accent.
I feigned disinterest as my hand snaked around her waist. The waiter now fidgeted nervously.
Patrons sat transfixed, Killarney flipping her head back sending lush red hair bouncing up then pouring onto her shoulders. The diners responded with silent applause.
They all wished Killarney theirs, though never doubting she was mine.
Published by Craig Daniels //
Of Course Silly [1:09m]:
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Sometimes really hearing what other are saying can give us the loud whack we need to listen to ourselves. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Of Course Silly, Enjoy!
Of Course Silly
Delilah floated from group to group kissing the pretty while patting the shoulder of the ugly.
She excitedly told me her sobriety blossomed at the AA meetings when treating everyone equal.
“Oh Delilah, do you hear yourself” I’d ask? Touching my forearm she inflected, “of course silly” then float back into the crowd.
Meeting over, we joined friends for a late supper at Gremlins.
I started to order when the waitress spilled water on me, Delilah grabbed her forearm shouting “you stupid bitch.”
“Delilah do you hear yourself” I asked? “Of course silly’ she inflected, adding “what should we order?”
Published by Craig Daniels //
Posted on June 5th, 2008 in zen change
Detachment [1:10m]:
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The difference between detachment and non-attachment may seem slight but in reality the two could no be more different. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Detachment, Enjoy!
Detachment
“Open it up Frankie” I said, “open up your stinkn mind.”
“For Christs sake can”t you ever shut up.” Frankie shot back.
Smiling, I shrugged, again I’d been sucked into my own insecurity.
I’d see it, then like a bowling ball racing down a lane I’d crash.
There really weren’t any secrets left, nothing to find.
Detachment like a disease on some hot desert highway ravaged me.
Really I knew the difference yet I wouldn’t change.
Another day waking to palpitating heart and cotton mouth vowing to God.
No matter how much pain I’ll change.
Of course, I never did.
Published by Craig Daniels //
Posted on June 1st, 2008 in stuff love
Dear Angie [1:49m]:
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Sometimes it just sits below the surface and you just gotta feel it. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Dear Angie.
Dear Angie
Dear Angie, are you happy
Everyday you cross my mind. Did things go the way you planned?
Dear Angie, did you get everything you wanted.
Time was short, my heart got broke, so sorry I never called.
Dear Angie, how have you been?
Last we talked the law review was on the other line.
Alex went to Russia, Steph’s on Wall street, Jess is AG somewhere.
Dear Angie, did you find your way?
I never did run General Motors, some day are better then others.
Dear Angie, I ache still, tears overflow in my soul.
Take good care, love, me
Published by Craig Daniels //
Posted on May 30th, 2008 in stuff karma
Price to Pay [1:11m]:
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Karma comes in many different guises, sometimes you willingly must pay. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Price to Pay, enjoy!
Price to Pay
En Vogue was standing at my bed when I woke.
They pointed saying “You, get up”
“Ladies you got the wrong guy” I said holding up my hands.
They sang “get dressed there’s a price to pay”
Fantasy or not, no good could come from En Vogue kicking my lifeless body down the lane.
Singing a medley each kissed me lightly, I knew I was “gona get it”.
I asked “karma” ? they smiled singing “dressed as a woman.”
I knew they would free my mind, but four at once.
I said “ladies you got the wrong guy,” this time I smiled.
Published by Craig Daniels //
Moons Reflection [1:14m]:
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Moons Reflection
The moon reflected in the pond.
Its stillness perplexed me, was this a reflection or really the moon itself.
A fish jumped causing the water to ripple in every direction, yet the moon remained still even as my anxiety mounted.
Another day passed into evening with the moon returning to the pond.
I laid wrapped in knotty rope unable to see the sky, helpless to give contrast to reality.
I questioned my perception of coming and going.
My efforts to escape ebbed.
Worry melted away like chocolate on a sunny day.
Bit by bit consciousness became the flux of impermanence.
Published by Craig Daniels //
Posted on May 26th, 2008 in zen arising, zen
Knees Exploding [1:14m]:
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If we ever need a reminder that impermanence sometimes seems static we need only look at the pain in our knees during Zazen. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Knees Exploding, Enjoy!
Knees Exploding
My screams teetered on the edge of my lips as my knees threatened to explode.
I imagined a monumental crippling expression of catastrophic proportions, washing over me.
Waves of prickly heat permeated my skin.
Again I stifled the urge to scream, biting my tongue beyond the taste of blood.
Shifting my position was not an option. I dared not disturb those surrounding me.
Inside my screaming grew louder, I pleaded, “make the pain stop”.
My mind would not shift out of terror, hazy hallucinations danced in front of my eyes.
Outside my tortured skull, the bell rang, Zazen, had ended.
Published by Craig Daniels //
Posted on May 24th, 2008 in stuff pain
Killarney [1:11m]:
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That old attraction comes in many colors, flavors and styles. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Killarney, Enjoy!
Killarney
At the joint in Allston they know you, your sister, and everyone looks out for both.
Most of the women who come in are there to drag their husbands and fathers home.
So When an outsider walks through the door, it gets quiet.
She was dressed in black, her hair flowed like an Irish lass in a postcard, fire red. Her eyes twinkled emerald, lips understated red.
Killarney walked to my stool, dug her nails into my thigh smiling like a cat with a mouse.
Rising in pain I noticed blood on my jeans.
My arm around her, we left.
Published by Craig Daniels //
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