Tag: hope

  • Recovery

    I spent years disgruntled like a weary Ufologist pitching his tent in the desert and looking through a telescope for signs and symbols, like a first-grader attempting to play Liszt until time broke me like lightning tears a telephone pole, now, aged, with regret caressing my face with her fingers like the first five syllables…

  • Burnt copper leaves

    1 As we passed   the paddy fields  on our way  to the Nilgiris,  their burnt copper leaves  interspersed with sickly green   evoked a sense of belonging   in me. A oneness  with creation and perhaps  even the Creator.   I was listening to John Mayer’s  Slow Dancing in a Burning Room   and…