Capitalism: A Ghost Story

Capitalism: A Ghost Story

Is it a house or a home? A temple to the new India, or a warehouse for its ghosts? Ever since Antilla arrived on Altamont Road in Mumbai, exuding mystery and quiet menace, things have not been the same. “Here we are,” the friend who took me there said, “Pay your...
First They Killed My Father

First They Killed My Father

One evening, three soldiers went to the family’s hut and told her parents they needed Davi and another friend to go with them. They said they needed the girls to help them pick corn for a special event. Davi’s mother cried and wrapped her arms around her...
The Trees

The Trees

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they did too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of...
How it feels to stand among pagodas in Cambodia

How it feels to stand among pagodas in Cambodia

Okay, so this isn’t going to give you the exact feeling of standing where I was, but I wanted to share this 360° visual approximation. To create this I used the Photosphere function that’s a default option on recent versions of Android camera software. To...
anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did. Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain...