writing
Below are some samples of my writing. Some are quite new, some date back to my KC days. The main theme is my own experience which is often told through a metaphor of sorts. Here, I decided to assign a chapter to each piece, partly because they capture very specific periods of my life.
In my writing, you’ll notice words I borrowed from many writers I admire. Some of them include Kurt Vonnegut, Nguyen Tuan, Mary Oliver, Paul Auster, David Foster Wallace. To them, I am grateful. But most of all, I am indebted to those who have come into my life and inspired me to feel and express in prose and imagery. They remain the only reason why I write.
Questions
Sue Hubbell writes in her A Country Year: “Over the past twelve years I have learned a tree needs space to grow, that coyotes sing down by the creek in January, that I can drive a nail into oak only when it is green, that bees know more about making honey than I do, that love can become sadness, and that there are more questions than answers.” This piece, which I wrote on a late September night in 2010, more or less in one sitting, is about just that. You can read it here.
the basil plant
A couple of years ago, I bought myself a basil plant. Not much thought had gone into it. But over the next year and a half, the plant became part of my kitchen. More than that, it was a source of awe. When it was gone, I felt this loss that I hadn’t expected. You can read about it here.
the adventure of mr. Kitty
This bit of writing started out as a joke as I was telling a friend over text messages a fictitious account of this cat’s adventure. I’d only come up with the next part of the story each time we texted. During the course of 3 months, the story began to take shape. A theme emerged and an ending was in sight. The tone of it, however, still needs work. And I have a nagging suspicion that this story may be more appropriately told as a comic novella. I’ve transferred some of the texts here. Do pardon the unfinished and unvarnished nature of this work.
