Uhura’s Haiku

Uhura 36Uhura is one of the most intelligent characters on the Enterprise’s crew.  She can give Spock a run for his money.  In the 1960s, she was a trailblazer, revered in our family till this day.  Everyone loves a smart, confident woman!

 

 

 

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Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy’s Haiku

McCoy 35Dr. McCoy always seemsto get the best lines on the series.  I love to riff on them to my kid sister, who is now a doctor in her own right.  Fortunately, she is not as dramatic.  Kirk, Spock, and Bones make up the best threesome in space.  Who says a third wheel is a bad thing?  They are more Musketeers than Amigos.  Mostly.

 

 

*Husky Harlequin is the author of the new time travel novel Time’s Alibi or The Quantum of Jazz Between the Sun and the Grave.  It’s more than sci/fi; it’s a political statement.  Grab a copy and visit another dimension during your lunch break.

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Father’s Day: Things Will Never be the Same as the Table Turns

Father's DayI’ve crashed landed.  Again.  It’s not a trilogy or quadrology.  Probably seven volumes in this series.  It’s not all bad.  I can’t call this iteration a tragedy even though the circumstances aren’t the best.  Inspirational is perhaps more apropos.

This is the first time I’ve had an emergency landing with a family of my own.  My wife, and as of seven months ago, a son.  It’s not always easy, of course, but I feel lucky to once again become good friends with my parents.  We do nearly everything together…eat, movies, date nights.  There is no escape.  Kind of like a zombie movie.  Think Dawn of the Dead meets The Walking the Dead meets Shaun of the Dead.

Of course, the dynamics of my relationship with my Dad have changed over the years.  When I was a kid and my family was at church, we would take up our own pew.  We weren’t the Duggars–just five of us–but I had developed a reputation for being a handful.  My dad was always focused during sermon time.  He wanted to worship without distractions.  My sisters and I would jockey to see who would get to sit next to him.  A competition.  Sibling rivalry at its holiest.  With a level playing field, my kid sister would usually win.  No one could say “no” to such a cute face.  But I was born a nerd and was accustomed to experimentation.  I quickly discovered that if I pinched my little sister, she’d cry and get relocated to my father’s lap.  Higher ground, in a sense.  But I’d get my coveted seat right next to my dad.  The spanking after worship was worth it.

In my teen years, my family took a lot of road trip vacations.  My experimenting continued:  How many times do I have to tap on the window until Dad yells at me?  Seven?  Six?  If I lean forward and put my finger into dad’s ear canal, will he be startled and jerk the van into the oncoming traffic?  If I pinch my kid sister, will Dad really make good on this promise to pull the van over on the side of the highway in order to hand out some family justice?  Again, the spankings were worth it.  Even at a young age, I had an understanding that conflict is at the heart of an entertaining story.  I’m not sure Dad realizes he was always my protagonist.

This go-around, I’m not torturing the old man as much.  We have gotten on the kick of sharing our favorite books with each other.  I just finished reading Dick Francis’ Reflex.  I now understand my dad more through his love of virtuous “everyman” characters.  I’ve always seen my dad as a hero, but now I have insight into some of his inspiration.  Dad recently finished Hugh Howey’s Wool based on my recommendation.  He now understands a bit of my fierce determination to survive, and even more so after hearing his feedback on my own novel.

As I put my son to sleep at night, I can sense my son’s developing stubbornness as he fights his tiredness.  I think he enjoys seeing me upset.  In the morning, he’s in tears at the sight of me leaving for work.  His whines and wails are music in my heart.  Like father, like son.

*Husky Harlequin is the author of the new time travel novel Time’s Alibi or The Quantum of Jazz Between the Sun and the Grave.  It’s more than sci/fi; it’s a political statement.  Grab a copy and visit another dimension during your lunch break.

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Star Trek In My DNA

Star Trek LogoCall me a nerd.  Every night of my teen years, my family huddled together in front of the tube and fed our minds a serving a Star Trek:  The Next Generation.  It had a strange effect of both satiating my need for entertainment while stoking my envy.  I needed to be on the Enterprise.  Star Trek was progressive in a social sense because humanoids, Klingons, Vulcans, Romulans, and multi-ethnic beings all got along (okay, not always).  It felt like a place where I could fit in because my own melting pot heritage often left me feeling like an outsider in a complicated society.  For one hour a day, I was guaranteed acceptance.

But beyond being progressive, Star Trek was transcendent.  “Space, the final frontier…”  To me, as an adult, Star Trek now stands for two things.  First, if humanity could just learn to trust one another, it would in turn learn to love.  True brotherly love.  If we could just achieve this basic fundamental as a race, great things would happen.  I am reminded that I once read that trust and love are nearly the same thing.  I find it hard to argue with this notion.  They at least come from the same corner of the heart.

Second, mankind belongs on the frontier.  In America, somewhere in the last fifty or sixty years, folks generally have embraced the idea that playing it safe is the best policy.  Avoid risk at all costs because failure hurts.  I can’t honestly say this mentality bad or wrong, but for me, I want to do more than merely exist.  From my point of view, it seems like mankind is at its best living on the “frontier,” with our backs against the wall, with our success not guaranteed.  On the outskirts, we find what we are made of, and we are forced to grow if we want to thrive.  When we adopt this frontier mentality, I believe we evolve into better beings because of the challenges we willingly meet head-on.  Yes, sometimes we get bowled over, but we will rise stronger and wiser.

Call me an idealist, but if Starfleet Academy opens its doors tomorrow, I’m joining up.  I’ll wait tables in Ten Forward if I have to.  Will you join me?

*Husky Harlequin is the author of the new time travel novel Time’s Alibi or The Quantum of Jazz Between the Sun and the Grave.  It’s more than sci/fi; it’s a political statement.  Grab a copy and visit another dimension during your lunch break.

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Captain Kirk’s Haiku

Kirk 34There is never a dull moment with Captain Kirk at the wheel.  But he will always bring the Enterprise home, even if it has three flats and an empty gas tank.

 

 

 

*Husky Harlequin is the author of the new time travel novel Time’s Alibi or The Quantum of Jazz Between the Sun and the Grave.  It’s more than sci/fi; it’s a political statement.  Grab a copy and visit another dimension during your lunch break.

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Spock’s Haiku

Spock 33Spock was one of my big sister’s heroes.  She would bleed green for him.  Despite a governor on his emotions, Spock is multifaceted.  It is fun to see Spock go off the rails more often in the JJ Abrams reboot.  He is almost manic.

 

 

 

*Husky Harlequin is the author of the new time travel novel Time’s Alibi or The Quantum of Jazz Between the Sun and the Grave.  It’s more than sci/fi; it’s a political statement.  Grab a copy and visit another dimension during your lunch break.

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My Railroad Haven

AmtrakI ride the rails.  Every Monday through Friday, I make the trek into the city of Philadelphia.  I love the platform, the smell of the brake dust and the rainbow of faces that decorate each stop, offering new flavors for the melting pot to digest.

For many commuters, the train offers respite from the chaotic completed workday or the final calm before the storm of daily office life.  A casual glance around the train compartment could reveal any of the following:  someone sleeping, talking, texting, applying makeup, eating, reading a book, or simply staring out the window.  Indeed, I have done nearly all of these myself.  For me, the sanctuary of the train often provides the opportunity to write.  That’s right.  In this collective, I often find the stillness where inspiration flows.

I ride the same rails as Amtrak Northeast Regional No. 188.  Twenty-five days ago, it tragically derailed killing eight people and injuring hundreds more.  With every lean, sway, or hard break, I’m reminded of the fate of those who lost their lives.  May the Creator be with everyone involved, their families, and their loved ones.  Life and Death are so random.  We do not know how many days we have to walk this Earth and experience its wonders.  When those I love leave this world, I often lament, saying, “His life was incomplete.”  Or, “She was too young.”

As I contemplate my own temporal existence, the desire to create wells inside of me.  Questions weigh heavy.  How will my son really know me if I don’t find a way to show him? Will I leave behind anything that proves I once existed, that I mattered?  I must create, write, and complete while I still have the chance to live.  Maybe by doing so, I can open the door to my mind and my son will like what he finds on the other side.  In the same way, perhaps in a small way, I can in turn bring honor to those who are no longer able to ride my beloved rails.

 

*Husky Harlequin is the author of the new time travel novel Time’s Alibi or The Quantum of Jazz Between the Sun and the Grave.  It’s more than sci/fi; it’s a political statement.  Grab a copy and have something to talk about at your next party.

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Cersei’s Haiku

Cersei 32Cerseii has been told she is not worthy to play the Game of Thrones.  Don’t listen to the naysayers.  You’ve got game.  Up. Up. Down. Down. B. A. Start.

 

 

 

*Husky Harlequin is the author of the new time travel novel Time’s Alibi or The Quantum of Jazz Between the Sun and the Grave.  It’s more than sci/fi; it’s a political statement.  Grab a copy and have something to talk about at your next party.

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Jaime Lannister’s Haiku

Jaime Lannister 31Jaime Lannister’s backstabbing was for the good of mankind.  He became what the people needed.  A Dark Knight of sorts.  Well, maybe not that noble.

 

 

 

*Husky Harlequin is the author of the new time travel novel Time’s Alibi or The Quantum of Jazz Between the Sun and the Grave.  It’s more than sci/fi; it’s a political statement.  Grab a copy and have something to talk about at your next party.

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Petyr Baelish’s Haiku

Petyr Baelish 30Littlefinger’s heart was broken as a wee lad.  He will only be happy destroying everything around him.  Reminds me of Daniel Plainview in There Will Be Blood.  Petyr wants no one else to succeed too.  It’s a good thing oil hasn’t been discovered in Westeros yet.

 

*Husky Harlequin is the author of the new time travel novel Time’s Alibi or The Quantum of Jazz Between the Sun and the Grave.  It’s more than sci/fi; it’s a political statement.  Grab a copy and have something to talk about at your next party.

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