HomeLIKHAvol. 15 no. 2 (1995)


Lelet Pua

Discipline: Literature



Hi Mom. It's 7:00 in the morning. There aren't too many people on Seventh street, the shops are all closed. All I could hear are barrels of beer being rolled down to McSorley's pub downstairs. As I watch those big muscled men do their morning ritual right across from the Old Ukranian Catholic Church, I'm drinking my favorite Orange Zinger herbal tea. And I'm just about to practice my calligraphy. The sun hardly comes through my big windows these days. It's 50 degrees outside and getting colder and colder; the days shorter. So I turn on my lamp, listen to some chanting music on tape, and I do my calligraphy. That's how I start my day.