I walk around the basement, its luxury vinyl tiles looking like grey slate, it feels smooth to my slippered feet.
The resentment pushes out of me in waves, undulating with the intensity of the feeling. I hang up the phone
We sat in a circle around the table, a good twenty-five of us. We took turns reading from our work.
The suitcase lies open on top of our breakfast table. I take things out and put some back in. It
Early this year, I applied to the Yale Summer Session for Writers called the Yale Writer’s Workshop on a whim.
She sat in the window seat watching the countryside fly by. It wasn’t yet winter but the window fogged up
“I have to work,” I say unselfconsciously and shut the study door behind me. For weeks now, I have
Writing is personal. Writing is crafting thoughts, giving shape to ideas and letting them loose in the world for it
Close on the heels of my last post, I decided to spend the next couple of days training a microscope
I trawl through my twitter feed, religiously liking posts I want to revisit and emailing myself links I want to
It arrives impersonally, in the mail. “Not a fit for us,” “Not suitable for our current publication schedule,” “Too heavy
Hi! If you are old reader of the blog, you probably noticed a few changes here on the blog and
Most nights these past few weeks, I have put the kids to bed, done my chores in the kitchen and
It happens sometimes that a germ of an idea takes hold. It sits and germinates, couching itself in beautiful words.
I remember the first piece I wrote that resonated with readers way back in 2000 about ‘ponnu parkal’ aka arranged
Who Am I? Really, who am I online?
Dictionary.com defines inexorable as unbending; severe, relentless, unrelenting, implacable, merciless, cruel, pitiless. Around where I live there are plenty of