Strands of Jupiter
Our resident astrologer was a strict vegetarian Hindu who wore his caste marks on his forehead. With stained fingers he spread out charts and filled the room with the smell of ink and cigarette smoke. His hands were papery; his breath a sigh, and his stooped hunch suggested a lifetime [...]
For The Love of Fidel
It all started when the doorbell rang and my grandmother allowed Fidel Castro to sweep past her to where my mother lay on a low divan piled high with hand embroidered Nepalese quilts. The room itself had been chosen for its southerly aspect and a bay window against which a [...]
This is how we grieve
Lay your flag on my wall, their bodies, those streets Baghdad. Beirut. Sydney. Paris. Name the things that terrify you Jihad. Sharia. Muslim. Refugee. Inside cities crowded with impromptu shrines Lay your flowers. Words. Tears. Prayers. Cry quietly or howl with rage Plead. Applaud. Dismiss. Condemn. This is how we [...]