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They are just SO nice
It’s been some time (16 years) since I planned a vacation in Asia, the long flight over the pacific with two kids was always daunting. Europe and Mexico were where we spent our tourist dollars, with intensive planning to optimize the value we got for every cent. Most countries we visited have a well established…
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Crossing over Iwo Jima
After the hugging and crying were mostly done and just before I had to board, my father had approached me with the familiar long suffering look of patience, mixed in with a heavy dose of dubious hesitation. “Alka, this is your passport. Keep it safely, and hand it to U when you get there, immediately!”…
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Passion
The steady glow of seventeen fat sandalwood and vanilla scented candles was reflected in the mirrors hung evenly on the wall. The low hum of the air conditioner set a heavy bass note to the wail of the saxophone, picking up the elusive freshness of the first rain of the season. Plaid stilettos were discarded…
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I’ll Walk Alone
I am loved, they tell me, like no one ever was,I am good, apparently, with the purest of heartsBut but but my words, they say, and yes, my attitudeToo much, too many, too loud, and too confused. I gather my shreds, my shards, my shameAnd lift up my chin, square my shoulders and thenI say…
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My hair, my hair, my dratted exasperating hair
My name, I’m told, means long hair, and I was so named because I was born with a full head of dark hair. It’s a cute story but knowing my parents, I seriously doubt they waited till I crowned and at that moment had that simultaneous thought. But it’s short name, most people can pronounce…
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Crossing Over Iwo Jima
After the hugging and crying were mostly done and just before I had to board, my father had approached me with the familiar long suffering look of patience, mixed in with a heavy dose of dubious hesitation. “Alka, this is your passport. Keep it safely, and hand it to U when you get there, immediately!”…
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A white picket fence
Yes, I wanted a white picket fenceBeside a pretty little garden so sweetWith honeysuckle and rosemary and jasmine bloomsA darling little cottage full of dreams.I’d read about them in books I foundWith tales of castles, dragons and geniesI wanted those too, just as muchFabulous hidden treasures and enticing distant journeys.I didn’t know what it took…
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Worlds beyond
Bits and bytes, quarks and bosons,Silverfish and black rhododendrons,Just last night I saw monarch butterfliesFragile flutter over thousands of miles.And I wonder if this world has so many miracles to seeImagine what the worlds beyond will be? Crystal sharp air that hurts as you breatheChance met friend who changes how you feelA child who once…
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A Breath
In a mere breath, a moment, a blink of timeYou reduced grand love, passion and truthTo a shuffling of paper, bricks and mortar,Sweaty palms, deceptive lies, and moral character.As though eternity could be chopped up into tiny bitsAnd measured by a clock, silently tick tock.Or a tap seek to control the flow of an oceanOr…
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Poem: Picket Fence Dreams
Yes, I wanted a white picket fenceBeside a pretty little garden so sweetWith honeysuckle and rosemary and jasmine bloomsA darling little cottage full of dreams.I’d read about them in books I foundWith tales of castles, dragons and geniesI wanted those too, just as muchFabulous hidden treasures and enticing distant journeys.I didn’t know what it took…
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In me the river flows is set of poems that describe the complex layers of betrayal and grief to resolute determination, with calm pools of compassion through it.
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