24 – dream things

The rinsing through of passing years puts a fair amount of stretch and fade in to the spaces between mistakes. Just three more minutes on this cycle and you will never have happened.

February 24th, 2010|Blog|

7 – between memories

If we do not write, we will forget and be forgotten. [I'm reminded of my late maternal grandfather who would keep rectangles of cardboard torn from cigarette cartons in his pocket and use them to note down any thing of [...]

January 8th, 2010|Blog|

It runneth over

Food, friends, family; A full house makes for a big home.

January 5th, 2010|Blog|

And after, an overwritten rooster

At 2am, the magnificence of the night was defiled by unholy shit spewing from the house five doors away. She stuffed the comforter into her ears and began to think really loudly. But there was this one note. [...]

November 22nd, 2009|Fiction|

carding fluff

When in doubt, Helvetica. Go zen or go home. Being odd is auspicious.

September 13th, 2009|Blog|

I’ll eventually grow into it

It happened just after my eyes fell on the notice stuck to one of the walls at Khan’s Butchery. “Ready fried onions. Perfect for vagaars and biryanis. Don’t be fooled by imitations”. […]

December 23rd, 2008|Blog|


It's not that I don't want you. Almighty Forbid. May that not be taken for prayer. It's just that I don't want you right just now. If I were having guests over for lunch, would I tell them to come [...]

December 11th, 2008|Poetry|