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If only we were born with such wisdom!

Not Good_5Jan18

Not Good*

This poem might, it might be short,
for but one point will it exhort.
The past holds much, wisdom for sure,
when one looks back—thus heretofore.

But few have learned, many forget,
and such is life, we’re human yet.
But he who rules the world, he could,
if he knew when to say “not good.”

 

*Many years ago, while in graduate school, I became fond of a co-ed with whom I shared some library time together, as I recall. We teased each other with hand-written notes, each trying to be the more impressive writer, with clever puns, metaphors, and symbolism. One of her written and spoken trademarks was the frequent use of the term, “not good.” This silly poem represented one of my efforts to impress her.

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Cockroach Anxiety: A Two-Sentence Horror Story

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As the midnight intrusion of cockroaches meandered across the kitchen floor, Tammy froze in fear and then screamed in horror as her bare feet refused to move on command, pinning her to the floor, neither arm able to reach the light switch that would have scared them all away.

When the insidious creatures crawled first across her feet, then her ankles and up her calves, she reluctantly accepted the irony that after the coroner autopsied her half-eaten corpse, he would know that because roaches prefer dead and decaying matter, it was fear that had killed her long before any of the disgusting insects had taken their first bite.

Author’s note: While it might seem that the word “intrusion” in the first sentence above was chosen simply as clever wordplay, the term is, in fact, the dictionary definition of a group of cockroaches.

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Japanese American Historical Plaza (Portland, Oregon)

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Photo courtesy of the Oregon Nikkei Legacy Center

A couple of weeks ago Becky and I visited Portland, Oregon, to see friends. While there, we had the opportunity to visit the Japanese American Historical Plaza, which is part of the Tom McCall Waterfront Park. The memorial was designed by landscape architect Robert Murase and dedicated in 1990.

The purpose of the memorial was to highlight and remember the injustices faced by Japanese Americans in Oregon, following the infamous Executive Order 9066, signed by President Roosevelt, on February 19, 1942. This order led to the forcible removal from their homes of some 120,000 West Coast Japanese Americans, nearly 2/3 of whom were American citizens.

The various stones that you see in the photo have inscriptions, including a listing of the ten internment camps where the internees were taken, and relevant poems written by Japanese American authors. The final stone has a bronze plaque with several selections from the Civil Liberties Act of 1988, a law that granted reparations to the internees. This law stated that our government’s actions were based on “race prejudice, war hysteria, and a failure of political leadership.”

To read a 14-part series that I wrote about the internment, Start Here. Also, in an effort to shine a light on the injustice of the Japanese American internment of World War II, I wrote an historical novel entitled How Much Do You Love Me? Aside from my desire to create a page-turning mystery, my objective was to summarize the complete experience of the internees, throughout their wartime experience.

To read a critical review of my book from Kirkus, a respected national book review organization, please Click Here. To order How Much Do You Love Me? from Amazon, please Click Here.

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