He tells me a woman more exquisite, more exotic
than any of the luminous objects found in the zodiac,
will come into my life. Yasodhara, I ask? He stays
silent, turns to a farmer and tells him he’ll lose
Why do you write?
I feel deeply alive when I am being creative, despite the frustrations. I love the challenge of trying to find the right words and turning language into song.
Are you a vivid dreamer?
Some of my dream landscapes have been both the most exquisitely beautiful and the most terrifying ...
I had just walked out of the reeds at the confluence
of two rivers. Brown frogs stuck in my hair like gouts
of flung mud, my skin was whip-stitched, lacerated
with leeches. I was walking a path hazardous