Some twenty years since I spoke to my
mother. It still feels like a cold, rainy
December…
So just dropped Part 49 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. Read the whole poem here.
Some twenty years since I spoke to my
mother. It still feels like a cold, rainy
December…
So just dropped Part 49 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. Read the whole poem here.
Some twenty years since I spoke to my
father. There is a mandatory progression
through which silence…
Well, here’s Part 48 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. Read the whole poem here.
It was the same dream. The train rumbling through nameless
villages when something ran across the tracks and the driver
braked at the…
A poem from July 2018, first published in the ‘Abridged’ magazine, that I included as Part 39.3 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. Check it out here.
I don’t have the answers. But most deliberation
is rhetorical, isn’t it? Is this life well-lived? How
good should…
On to Part 47 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. A bit of rumination from a trip to Ireland. Read the whole poem here.
How does a wound
wait for an apology? How
does a sky wait…
A new poem today in this interlude post that becomes Part 39.2 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. I’ve used the same form I did in Part 45 and perhaps, it works for what I was trying to write. Check it out here. Also, a generous review of this series by a fellow poet/blogger.
Chinese fishing nets catch the burning sun as it drops
into the Arabian Sea. Nearby, the church…
Just posted Part 46 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. Read the whole poem here.
I talk. About connectors: a place turns into a
sensory memory, a moment becomes an emotion,
a colour hides…
A new interlude poem…this one is Part 43.2 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. This is also from the old travelogue and looks back at Prague. Read the whole poem here.
I can’t tell you where I am from. Not
the way you wrap a nostalgic tongue
around a…
I just posted Part 03.1, a new interlude poem for the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. This was a quick write, though it must have been crafting itself quietly from the time the series started. Today it decided it was ready to let me write it. Read the whole poem here.
Subtle associations, the nature aesthetic, the sublime
moment of awareness: I was grappling…
Part 44 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. This poem echoes the experience of living and writing in a big, teeming city. Read the whole poem here.
Islands of stubborn snow cling to barren,
brown slopes, although it is May. But we
are 15000 feet…
So here’s Part 43.1, a new poem for a new Interlude post from the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. Comes from a remote part of the Himalayas. Read the whole poem here.