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.…
