Bionote
The poem Bionote, K.Srilata says, was written on a sort of impulse. “It was triggered by a comment I heard from a friend of mine – quite a culture-vulture himself – about another writer based in…
Pey Nayanar
On a dark night, the poet Karaikaal Ammaiyar, who is supposed to have lived in the 6th century A.D., went to the crematorium — a shunned space then and now — to watch Lord…
On Killing a Tree
By Gieve Patel It is premeditated murder -- no two ways about it. Stanza 1 “It takes much time to kill a tree, Not a simple jab of the knife I will do it. It…
Tampopo
There is a mom-and-pop Japanese basement eatery in a mall near my place. Dad cooks the food; mom takes orders and serves the food. She never smiles. She speaks to customers to tell them…
Red Sox, Blue Fish by Susan Orlean
Used to be, a fella could regale his buddies with endless tales of his bravery and fortitude in the face of adversity — of mettle in battle, for instance, or stamina on a Grand Teton ascent,…
Goodbye, Pittsburgh
by Ramesh Mahadevan I have lived in Pittsburgh for almost an eternity. And now it is time to move on. In a matter of weeks, I will be relocating to the Denver/Boulder area. (look me up…