The Novelist

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Image by Shelly Paul

I have been trying to find a large chunk of undisturbed time with little success. Last week, I hit upon an idea for a novel. I need at least a few weeks of uninterrupted time to work on this idea. But this was not to be. Just this morning, when I finally had some free time to work on my story, my sister Ruth called. She calls me three or four times a week to discuss her everyday life.

Until last year, she called our mother. After her passing, I have been cast in that role. Since she is my kid sister, I could not bring myself Continue reading “The Novelist”

The Gymnast

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Author-Skubik, A link from Wikipedia Commons page

Knuckle to knuckle she stands
Fists pressed against each other,
Elbows digging into her sides –
A bundle of nerves, as she twists around her waist.

She shrugs her shoulders, wrings her arms –
Trying to lose the butterflies.
She stares intently, at that which only she can see.

She inhales deeply as it dawns on her,
That all the time she toiled away,
Has condensed into this solitary moment.
As the spotlight shines, she must be sublime. Continue reading “The Gymnast”

I Am Me

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Image by Shelly Paul

I am born,
Into a certain genetic combination,
Into a certain social, cultural economic fabric –
That is not me.

I am trained, I am conditioned –
That is not me.

I am me,
Because –
I dream, I hope, I think,
I journey through life discovering myself,
Once found, I aspire perfection.

Then when I peer into myself;

I see the world just the way it is
And all the beauty it contains,

I am free from all the ties that bind
I bind myself to the world around me,
I revel in these ties that bind.

I see the barriers in my head dissolve
I see humanity and marvel at it,
I revel in being human.

American Naiveté

An uncomfortably strange first and last name, a middle name that could evoke fear in some. Then there is the discussion of his degree of whiteness and blackness, inexperience, Bradley effect to name a few. Despite all these attributes, Barack Obama a Professor of the Constitutional Law, seemed like the oddest of ducks to run for the Presidency. He simply did not seem to fit in to the formulae of a typical American running for the President. Continue reading “American Naiveté”