Author Archives: klkamath

The purpose of a room is what we call it. That is in and of itself an intention. The name of the room is intended use. But our intentions also change what the room is and means to us in context of events. Thus, when we are missing something, the living room becomes the sceneContinue reading “Necessity Can Be a Bitch but It Don’t Know Nothin’ ‘Bout Birthin’ No Inventions”

Thinking about the protests in Iran, I am reminded of what my grandfather told me about the contradictions people with prejudices have in their ideas which comes out in how they express themselves. In Iran the “morality police” enforce the strict but ambiguous rules on how women must cover themselves in public. The ambiguities haveContinue reading “Enforcement Reveals the Intention of the Rule”

Man in mismatched suit jacket and dress slacks,Both second-hand, still wears dress shirt and tie;The little girl affectionately lacksDoubts in her hugging as to reasons whyAnd, seeing only daddy, tie and suit,Loves him, though he is worn out, face hirsute.What I determined in less than a glanceDoes not occur to her in precious time.And maybeContinue reading “Un Quidam”

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty was an original short story, very short, in fact, first published in The New Yorker Magazine in March of 1939. It was next part of Thurber’s book published by Harcourt Brace in 1942, My World and Welcome to It. It was first made into a full-length motion picture releasedContinue reading “Secrets in The Secret Life – the Several Renditions of Walter Mitty”

There is a world where love is real and moreThe fabric of space-time continuumIs love itself and loving feelings soarSurrounded by a love force field in someLoving dimension outside what we knowWhere only true love’s lovers dare to goFast as the speed of love in loving looksEscape velocity beyond attractionNot found in any scientific booksDiscoverContinue reading “Love Physics”

I used to help my father at the storeAnd once back home would carry heavier things,Or so I thought, not seeing all he boreFeeling alone, a lonely weight age brings.During the week he waited for me: IWould wait for him slow walking while we shopped.He missed me I knew when I was not by;I missContinue reading “What’s In Store”

Arbeit Macht Frei? Sunday remains a day of hope and dread Anticipating Monday’s stressful dawn Still thinking all’s well as we go to bed Uncertain what we base our feelings on. We sleep and dream out of a known unknown Clinging to notions of our hoped-for schemes, Wild flowers in the night like mushrooms grownContinue reading “Seven Days of Sinbad”

Young crows appear invalid, even mangy, Strutting their stuff into the street, Just like a couple of cowpokes, rangy With stilted steps, as they gawk for tidbits to eat. Around the corner on a slab of concrete lies A form epitomizing night Until it unfolds itself gazing with a guise That shows surprising poise andContinue reading “El Gato Negro”