Oh. Creaky, rusty fingers. Of which I would prefer to point at the Himalayan monsoons in blame. But really, we all know, the real culprit is disuse. Blog content comes to me like the first…
Browsing Category south asia
the echo from my bathroom in kathmandu
Coming into our shared guestroom with my ears still ringing from the blaring horns and yelling hawkers of busy Kathmandu streets, it echos from the bathroom…. Arms full of groceries, closing the front door of…
marbled black lab
We check each other out. Her cream and mint salwar-kameez is conservatively muted with fine emblem work that I have never seen in the popular clothing stores that I frequent in India. I’m wearing a…
non-dualism
*show of dualism on Ganga-ji’s ghats*For the third time in a year, I’m in India. I feel ourselves in something of a desperate love affair; one, and just as often the other, on her…
a time hangover
This has been the longest year of my life. I realize this entirely now upon touching down in India. For while I feel this country to be at least be a few emotional Christmas’…
Pilgrimage of Poem & Music: Day 3, in the ring of the wind
A shortage of ponies keeps us, with bags packed and stacked at the doorway, hesitantly stationed in the tiny trail-head town of Jomsom. Today, Sangeetha and I follow our whim through the the alleys and…
pilgrimage of poem & music; day 1 in the Dolpa: dilation
We wake and jostle our belongings together in haste; today, as we have long planned, we will begin our journey into the Dolpa. Sacks stuffed, teeth brushed, packs on back, we descend the steep incline…