nsomniasaum

I haven’t been around lately. This took me a long time to write. Recently, I’ve had seizures.When I started having them, I decided: these ...

From the gate of your mother’s house, you could swing up on a horse, clop down a few quiet streets, cross the river and then there was no...

  *You can read this as “A Hindu-American’s Thanksgiving” at The Huffington Post Religion blog . Please leave a comment if you like (or don’...

Concerts. Kirtan. Vodou ceremonies. I don’t care, as long as there’s music. My body is caught in the current that flows over and from 18,0...

*Here is another one from the archives, circa 2000. I am not this, consumed by flame; I am not that, washed in water; I am not that w...

I wrote this in bits and pieces between 1999 and 2002. Usually when I read something I wrote a long time ago, I wince. It always seems sli...