6, July 2016 Mumbai: Arrived just before midnight on July 5th. We were shuffled into immigration lines, soulless with 24 hours of travel in our wake. If not for tourist E-visa we would have been herded into a meandering line that seemed unending. Instead, we were ushered into a line of 5 or 6 people. […]
When an orchid begins to wilt it loses, not a single petal at a time, but a whole blossom. It seems, to me, a proud symmetrical flower– it’s subtle nuances reflected in the sag and droop of each individual bloom.
In the rippling of an SUV-sized American flag, wavering over the half empty parking lots of decaying strip malls, you’ll find my home in Kentucky. A state where it doesn’t have to be the 4th of July to hear “I’m Proud to be an American” on the radio. Start driving out of Owensboro, away from […]
1. The rain was like a game of red light, green light. Stop and go. And we laughed at the abruptness of it. And then the clouds performed a magic trick and dissipated, ceased to exist. And out came the stars. We stood side by side under the eaves as fat droplets collected above us […]
I’ll not pretend to understand time, the subtle nuances of a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year. How a lifetime can span a minute and a revolution can span decades. My interest, here, is memory– a trigger, synapses firing– how my grandfather’s death can birth my childhood in […]
Last night I dreamed my back bicycle tire was stolen. Two things: Was this representative of negligence on my part? Leaving things unattended– Or was this my heart? A thief in the night, impeder of cylindrical motion, rendering movement impossible, clipper of my own wings. –Bird on a Bicycle woodblock print, Ben Smith
Each time I see two towels in the bathroom I think to myself, But, you’re supposed to go it alone. You’ve always gone it alone. And the two towels stare back at me, unwavering in their symbolism of a life shared. And I feel his hand, never aging, unbuttoning the fly of my jeans as […]