My only friend, the end
Perhaps it is fitting I have this Doors song in my head. Today just might be the last day of Monsoon here. For the first time in three weeks the clouds have broken to...
Perhaps it is fitting I have this Doors song in my head. Today just might be the last day of Monsoon here. For the first time in three weeks the clouds have broken to...
Well, I thought the monsoon would spur on a poem, and I was right. When I was up in Mussoorie for the writers festival, I ascended the hill in a dense early morning fog...
I promised I’d do it – I wrote a poem about Gaurs. It ended up being not a nature poem but an environmental one, with long end stop lines to reflect some emotion and...
I think I may be ready to get behind the wheel of a car in India, based on a few things. I pretty much go to the left side of the car, not the...
First, today is my sister’s birthday! So Happy Birthday sis! And what a better day than to officially announce that my Beowulf book is now available as an electronic book. Pre-Fire Kindle users may...
The other day I saw five things in India that one doesn’t see everyday and thought I’d share them with you. A motorcyclist wearing a helmet. A quiet and almost silent Delhi. A big...
Dear Indian Airline Industry Head Honcho Dude, I recently took a round-trip domestic flight; I believe it’s the second one I have taken this year as well as the second one I have taken...
In my blog post on Harry Potter and the dramatic poem I made the statement that I had written narrative poetry but not dramatic poetry. But after cracking open my poetry bible, The Art...
I woke up this morning cold. This is the second time this has happened. Yesterday, once my day got going, I warmed up; today however, my bones are still cold. It is early September...
I have been thinking about dramatic poems a lot lately; my sudden attention to them as a genre came about while watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I. Cable television now exists...
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