O’hara
He washes under cold water and his sins clog the drain. Blocks of black bakhoor burn by the mirror filling the bathroom with the scent of the Kaaba.
Dreamers Reading Room
You Can’t See Me
The bus, like all buses in Hyderabad, smells like lemons… and people. Landlocked and sweltering, Hyderabadians have developed an affinity for citrus.
A Learned Man
I was ten years old when I concluded my grandfather was illiterate. I approached him with one of my books one day…
Pilgrimage
You stand at edge of the hole that your mother dug for herself — not for you — but still. You peer down, at the stairs planted into the dirt wall…
Jubilee
A leaf breaks through the rainy mist and spirals to the gravel. “Nick, look!” Bria’s gaze follows the rock face up to where its peak hides in the fog.
Paddling Toward Peace
Today I will lay him to rest, scattering his ashes in this extraordinarily beautiful setting.
Reflections on Love and Loss
Here is nourishment, we tried to say, here is something to sustain the lives remaining, the hearts that still beat..
Staying Productive as a Writer: 8 Essential Tips
Some writers say that they can’t work under deadline – they can create only when inspiration comes. They ignore milestones.
Old Dog, New Tricks
As soon as Alan Baker walked through the door, he knew he was in trouble. There was a less-than-subtle sign…