“ You remember too much, My mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?” ~ Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay” …
“After a hundred years Nobody knows the place, — Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged, Strangers strolled and spelle…
A Farewell
Of Wood, Dirt, and Oxygen
I have a small piece in the latest issue of this small literary magazine Thimble Lit Mag. If you don’t read anything from the magazine (and that includ…
“ There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ~ Maya Angelou
“Memory says : Want to do right? Don’t count on me.” (Adrienne Rich, “Eastern Wartime")
Dhoop, Dhoono, and Other Mists
Two Musings on Sedition As Darkness Thickens
Pandemic Positives
A Personal Reflection
Fourth-highest civilian award, Padma Shri, in India. Always announced on Jan. 26 It was 1961. Jan. 26. I knew the night of the 25th, when a reporter ca…