I am X, Y, and Z

Want to read on? Knock yourself out! I grew up in a small town which is now part of Prague. I left Communist Czechoslovakia as a young adult. I retired 6 years later, and didn't have a job since. My religion is kindness, but the real exploration of God started with the birth of my first child. Gradually it became an introspective endeavor. I was architect/developer for many years, but my passion is children. Have you heard that every child is born a genius? Einstein said that. I have 4 children so I know. They speak up to six languages, play up to seven instruments, and had their art displayed and writings published in local and state contests. I studied child development on my own for 25 years, but my best teachers were the kids.

While studying child development at Tufts University, my daughter left the following phone message for me: "Hey Dad, I call to tell you that you are an amazing parent. You trust me and you trust yourself. I came to realize that all I really believe in comes from you. I want to tell you that you can be proud of me, because I want to be as awesome as you are."

The child in the picture with me is my son, now 21, and I look more like a grown-up too. While I love art, architecture, interior and stage design, theater, music, and poetry, I will spend the rest of my life studying prenatal, neonatal, and early-childhood intelligence. I am writing a non-fiction Genius in Diapers. If you want to work or play with me, I'd like to hear from you. I wouldn't mind to have another child also, and welcome yours.

I am a good designer, decent plumber, most of my tenant's favorite landlord, but I am best at – and enjoy most – anything that has to do with tiny children. I even had a daycare – ouch! When I taught art in my younger daughter's school, she told me a secret: I was everybody's favorite teacher. I also write for children, poetry, and fiction.
I almost forgot: I studied natural health for 30 years and can tell you how to get well from just about any condition.

is my accent and my smile. The more sophisticated of you may scorn my enthusiasm, optimism, transparency, and my – ehm – religion.

Communion

I want a God
to sink my teeth into.

A sacrament that tumbles
out of a psalm
in lose hungry shorts
without pantie-lines
and a T-shirt too tight
to tolerate any mysticism.

When you touch me,
my crown of thorns is lifted.
When I drink you,
the priest can keep the wine.

Bertrand Russell, Piere Teilhard deChardin, Marilyn Fergusson, Dr. Michel Odent, Don Brown.
Zorba the Greek, Dances With Wolves, Casanova, Stigmata, The Bleep, and of course Avatar. I nearly memorized Princess Bride and Aladdin with my cubs.
Music? Leonard Cohen, the Beatles, and Pink Floyd, and anything my kids play on the piano: Chopin, Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, or on their violins: Boccharini, Vivaldi, Pachabel, and Brahms.
Raw Food Diet, Japanese, Thai, Indian, and French.
I am a vegetarian who sometimes eats smaller fish.

Nature, beauty, affection, and meditation. Two more? Maybe our bodies.

Territorial Waters

Frigid waves boil granite knuckles
of the Old World.
Embraced by her thighs
stretching the skin
of a kayak, I slide through
the Baltic surf,
four-year-old shoulders
wedged between the knees
of my mother.

Again I taste the salty panic
of my birth, inches
from my first home, but miles
from the amber and lead
dotting the skeletons
under the dirt.

Lost in the amniotic waters of Europe,
I am choking in separate existence.
I am learning to be a man,
to be horrified, and yearning
for the rest of my life
to drown in the lap of a woman.

on the computer, watching a play in Sondheim, or on Fairfield Artwalk. If I am less lucky, I am under somebody's sink or changing a toilet.

is that I state my biological age only. And maybe that ...

I Watch You Bathing

To view a spiral galaxy,
I need enormous distance.
To see the fractals in an orchid,
my eye must be very close.

How far do I have to stand
to see all of you? How near
when you weigh as much
as your smile?

It may be impractical on Earth
raised by volcanic violence
and covered two thirds by tears,
but if you care to know my religion,

see through my eyes
when I look at your face in the water.

Something more private than that?
geniusindiapers@gmail.com

If you can't sleep, if you are a sapiosexual, or if you want more than your share of what men have to offer.
You can email me also if you need to get married or receive last rights, as I have been recently ordained.