My Words

I never see them with my own eyes. How lucky I am to have your eyes to see the world through. How very fortunate to be driven around a country I knew nothing of just five years ago. How truly grateful to love such an extraordinary set of people To experience a love so tough and enduring Laughter that defies distance and time, To make seven silver stops on the gold coast, To even imagine a life so full of joy and warmth, To watch the sky turn pink for me, again To call Califor

The dining room is spacious and empty. The two people in this huge apartment take up very little space. At two a.m. on chilly Diwali nights like this, when he comes home late from work, she stays up just to reheat his dinner. The size of the room feels wasteful. The two forms, shivering only slightly, seem tense and compact against the cold draft in the corner of the room. This is all about to change. He walks in and takes off his damp top layer of clothing. A deep hum emana

I think we all wear new clothes with more care.  We look at the misplaced threads And the runs in the fabric With more suspicion,  More caution. We find the value for our money We steal glances at our reflection  in passing panels of glass,  for any justification of our sunken cost. Does this fit like a glove? This old glove with its stray threads and yellowing fabric isn’t the enemy, It’s just my glove. The fingers fit a little looser than when I bought the pair but, They’re

Maybe finding god  Is a resounding moment of peace. Maybe lying down in bed after finally finishing the ordeal of doing your laundry and...