Carrot Cake The chiropractor asked if we are married. Marie said we weren’t. I smiled as I was able to remind Marie about her past medical history. “I’m not interrupting, am I?” Marie laughed despite her back ache. Afterwards, she … Continue reading
Sausage rolls As a girl, I can’t see her now. Sometimes, I think I can see her back then. But memories are fuzzy things. They are elusive or become mixed up with something else. Some of my reminisces are concrete. … Continue reading
‘They pushed us onto the street. Maman said they’d called her a “sorcière”, a witch, told her they’d heard the rumours in the village. The fat one pointed at the road to Halstead. “Look for a tall building with gates … Continue reading
Kennedy Center Take Over Found Poem “I would sayI was about 98 percent involved.They all went through me.” “I turned down plenty.I had a couple of wokesters.” “Since 1978,the Kennedy Center honourshave been amongthe most prestigious awardsin the performing arts. … Continue reading
A critical essay examining how short-form video platforms like Instagram Reels and TikTok are accelerating the erosion of regional identities, with Kashmir as the backdrop. The essay dissects how these platforms flatten language, gesture, and identity into reproducible, depthless tropes. … Continue reading
The essay offers a philosophically engaged and theoretically rich examination of how power operates and perpetuates itself, weaving together insights from Foucault, Bourdieu, Spivak, and Gramsci to dissect the subtle mechanics of caste, class, and gendered domination. Set against the … Continue reading
Before True Rest Has Come That early evening, in September 1985, only one person was mad enough to light the lamps, and she was the cruellest. She behaved as a bore and did not like prosody. Call her Jasmine. She … Continue reading
The night is an endless frustrating vast empty well into which I am continually falling but never reaching the bottom, never drawing closer to the malicious water. At 2 am, I wake up, my body electric, my eyes watchful and … Continue reading
School Bus When its arched brow risesfrom behind the country hill,snub-nosed, a grinfor a grill, you rememberyou’re in second grade. There’s Cindy’s old yellow dogfeigning outrage at your passing van,his bark and lunge peteringto that bored, panting trot.And there the … Continue reading
The nature of poetry has evolved since the innovation of free verse and now should allow vast latitude of expression. Too many self-appointed guardians of the realm of poetry presume to righteously define the boundaries valid for exploration, arbitrarily excluding … Continue reading