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Coming Home
Buried in dishwater, Erika scrubbed hard on the cast-iron skillet that earlier contained beef caldereta. The grease showed no signs of letting go, and she wondered how impervious to dishwashing liquid the next dinnerware would be: the microwavable pans. But she didn’t mind....
Under the Withered Roof
The tears I dropped on my mother’s casket were wiped off with an off-white handkerchief by a hand filled with bulging veins and dominating wrinkles. I heard a comforting scolding, hinting to me that this man is too long in the tooth to...
Rise in Love
A ping sounded on my phone, and the words blinked on the screen at six in the morning.
“RISE IN LOVE.”
I squinted at the screen, half-amused. The message could only be from Kim—always dramatic, always turning a simple morning greeting into something that promised...
The Man with Horns
Close to the end of my ties with Catharine, I was inconveniently reminded of the time when I learned that I grew up with a father from whom I wasn’t exactly begotten.
This—this sudden act of remembrance—happened as she and I had just walked...
Lines from My Nepal Notebook
A whiff of jasmine
Rose petals scattering
Mighty pines dancing
Bamboos swaying, dipping, snapping back
Sunflowers gazing at their namesake in giddy worship.
A windy spring day in Godavari.
(April, 2011)
A Portrait of My Father
Last night was your birthday
Forgot to tell my cousin
to light a candle
on your grave.
DID I LOVE YOU ENOUGH
DID MY WORDS HURT YOU
YOUR SHADOW STALKED ME
I PROMISED
THERE WILL BE NO TEARS
I remember your laughter
as you sit in that corner of our apartment
and Itim, our...
