Night Ferry to Pathos
It was 2 am when I discovered a vacant table in the cafeteria and tried to sleep.
Perched precariously atop
All The Wrong Things Move Quickly in India
Taner was in the fetal position when I said goodbye. He'd been coiled up like a street dog
The Fallibility of the Gods
I recently read that there is increasing evidence to suggest that the Greeks didn’t believe in the objective reality
Night Train to Yerevan
I was shaken awake by a dark grey blur and slow, deep voices. As my eyes opened, a tattooed rosary
One Last Sunday
I lay there with my head resting on the grubby pillow of some cheap Nepali digs I’d found after
Afternoons With Leila
And we'd sit in her dingy little kitchen drinking rose tea, watching the steam from the Persian rice
Art As Nourishment
For most people, art’s an amenity.
Puppetry on the periphery of Life.
We consume, excrete, work, make love, sleep,
As I Watched You Bathing in the Ganges
Something stirred in me as I watched you bathing in the Ganges.
Your young, slender body relinquishing the sari so
Andheri Mornings Pt. 1
I'd washed up in Bombay by early March 2020, two weeks before the world shut down.
Auroville had
The Crumbling West
Everywhere, in all directions, our Western social fabric is crumbling.
Undermined from within by millions of privileged, ignoramic idiots wielding