Regarding Itzhak Perlman, Sibelius’ Violin Concerto in D Minor Opus 47 & Ironing

alright, let me try to explain about ironing cotton sheets they start out crumpled like a wad of paper mistakes so some of us women set up an ironing board and begin a task we would not allow you to … Continue reading

Shifting Winds

The birds are quite confused this year. In one day the weather betrays several seasons in one hour, the day itself. The fragile flocks head one direction then another circling, in feathered squalls turning, to follow their tails wing tips … Continue reading

Ambiguity (a final poem about my trip to India)

Ambiguity   So, why did you go to India? To help, to shop or for faith?  To see where I was born.   And did you visit the ancient temples? Yes, and the mosques and the missionary churches.   And … Continue reading

Musoorie Crow (a poem)

up here we barely flap our wings warm drafts from the valleys pull through the foothills that roll in endless succession fold into each other rough-cut emerald cabochons rounded by the wheels of time burnished by tireless winds I ride … Continue reading

From 10,000 Weddings to 10,000 Villages

From Agra we travel to Moradabad, where I was born at a Salvation Army Hospital. We arrive at our hotel in the afternoon and are informed that one of those 10,000 weddings I’ve mentioned will be taking place in the … Continue reading

10,000 weddings in one day (a visit to the Taj Mahal)

April 24th is the most auspicious day to be married in India. Our driver tells us that 10,000 weddings will be happening on the day we depart from Jaipur, heading to Agra. Whether this is fact or fiction we are on … Continue reading