Write Against the Machine
Lately I've been going for late night walks in the dimly lit garden after my gremlins have gone to sleep. I talk to friends and family on the other side of the world and listen to books or podcasts, one earbud hanging loose to stay alert to the wild animals lurking in the foliage nearby.
Trees Falling From the Sky
I had both of my boys geared up for our Sunday morning park outing when it started to drizzle. Feeling the breeze on my skin, I let out an audible sigh. When suddenly – CRACK! A tree branch, 30-feet long, 20-inches in diameter, crashed onto the walkway right in front of us, bringing its sibling branches right along with it.
Sri Lanka is Loud
Sri Lanka is loud.
it’s the choon pan tuk tuk at 6 am playing Beethoven’s Für Elise on a megaphone
it’s the squawking crows, the twittering squirrels, the chirping geckos
it’s a nest of baby bats crying all night to be fed
it’s the king coconut vendor calling “Tamalee!”
What Grows Here
At the café behind my office recently, they butchered the trumpet vines I love. The tuft of spade-shaped leaves and purple trombones that had once shaded the steady stream of sun had been razed to dust, leaving only their narrow, woody trunks. The place felt naked. And hot.
Travel By Body
I could draw the whole world on your body
with my tongue and my teeth
and there just might be enough room for every country.
Comme Un Bébé
Like a baby, she said,
as she covered my head with a coarse towel
patting my hair dry
in the wet heat of the hammam.
Get my letters.
Notes on my book relaunch, memoir writing, what I’m reading, and my life in the tropics.