The child in my womb wanted to know,“Amma, what is an atom?”I said,“What would I know......

The river, a rushing beastrunning rugged through foliagescraggly and thick.This deep out-breath of lifeseizes me—with thought......

Skywaters         descend       overa   marble   love   tomb   staining   whitea   sharp   spring   leaf   burning   greena    far    puddle......

“A cloud never dies.” – Theme for the seven-day service for Thich Nhat Hanh in California......

Learn to stop them mid-way like pranayama, hold them until they brim...

Brockenhurtst Hospital, Brockenhurtst, 1915 Perhaps, they were mere bodies,once-upon narratives to me.What would you callthe dryness......

Eid Mubarak After whispered dining table conversations about ‘those’ people After handing out character...

Last week, a storm ripped through unknown pleasures in arid CaliforniaThis morning, a memory ran amok......

When my grandmother, Achamma, cried out for Kunjumon on her deathbed, I thought she was calling......

My Secret The world spins around like a pirouette, as the liquor drowns me...