About the Author:
Being adopted at the age of three, I have a confusing background even to myself. If variety is "the spice of life," I'm gifted with abundance of taste. Maybe as a result of my shallow roots, I love to travel and experience the world from the perspective of other cultures. In turn, I love to explore the shared meanings that we humans can find together. I had the privilege of living a great deal of my earthly years in Africa and India. I see the world as my playground. I love to investigate and analyze, and this combines with my sense of personal spirituality which is very important to me.

Poetry by Brian Hodgkinson

A Name

The sound of a name
The handle of self.
Contains fame or shame
Identity's shelf.
Never stays the same
Growing with acclaim.
Our name is self's frame
Only one to blame
For what became
Of your name.


                               --Brian Hodgkinson


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