She comes out of the gate wearing jeans and a backpack. Jeans! When did she start wearing those? “Hi,” she says. “Radhika?” I ask. She gives me a hug and slips a bag of airplane peanuts into my pocket. “Who else? Some other cousin you were expecting?” “How’s India?” […]
Wake up. No cars on the roads. No paper to wipe my ass. I drink coffee. Drink some more. Pour it down my throat until it scalds my insides and is coming out the other end in a continuous stream. I wonder why I can’t just recirculate this fluid, […]
“I have no words or advice, and thus I will shut up and say nothing.” – T. Lewin I lie, I have something to say: without going into this global pandemic too much, I’m proud of so many of us. How often do we unite and try to do something on this scale? How often […]
Voted for the savior when I turned a man He kicked my ass and killed my plans Ended up a slave that’s been beat too much But I stay with that guy even when he’s covering up Born in the USA Born in the USA Born in the USA Saw a nation dying hard, […]
“The smallest germ can fell the largest elephant, but the smallest elephant is still better than a cat.” – T. Lewin ____________________________________________________________________________ I have some writing news to deliver in early April. For the record, the above is not a photo of me. Everyone stay safe and well.
“If you ever see a politician with a firecracker in their mouth, make sure you didn’t leave anything on the stove.” – T. Lewin. ______________________________________________________________________________ Anyway, the last story I wrote (and previous blog post), called ‘We the Divine‘ is a personal favourite of mine. I don’t really have favourites. And I hate writing […]
Anita, at five. Crawling up stairs. Gets to the top and tumbles down. “She should be walking by now,” says her mother. Outside, Anita holds a tree and lifts herself up. Across the street, music blares and a man hits a woman in the face. A car twirls out of the driveway. […]
A lack of disposable income is like a leaky faucet, and neither is worth complaining about unless you’re thirsty and broke. ________________________________________________________________________________ You may not believe that the above is a short story, but it is. Just stripped of all its characters, flow, prose and setting – but otherwise, it’s right there. Thirty two syllables […]
This is dedicated to my friend Art. He’s been a blogging buddy for a long time and has just started his own podcast, which gives you a glimpse into the innards of his mind. It’s not a pretty place. Probably slightly narcissistic. But it’s full of art and madness, and that’s what makes it unique. […]
You are only as good as the last ten words you spoke before going to bed. _________________________________________________ Appreciate everyone who read my last story. 4000 words and a difficult thing to go through but you guys are awesome.