Fresh from the Womb

Come 5th January 2017, I’ll have made 9 months in Germany. Though I call Göttingen my home, I spend a considerable percentage of my time in Aachen – a city I’ll write about soon – or elsewhere, making Göttingen feel not completely familiar or home-like. In October 2016, I moved from Kreuzbergring to Göttingen’s Innenstadt. … Continue reading Fresh from the Womb

Villa Popov & Balchik (Балчик)

“…Your life, little fireling, little warlike starling, flickering indignantly, all erotic umbrage. Broken wing in my hand. Pathological, shy flame, I will care for you. Little shape of my fate, my certain failure. What is desire, if not this burden. Dearth and glut cupped in your hands: wild, deadheaded, and blue.” The Sunlight, Miguel Murphy. … Continue reading Villa Popov & Balchik (Балчик)

Now in Gö, New in Gö

[Writing isn’t easy to forget. And writing doesn’t need a paper. Balconies illustrate this perfectly. When I stand at it, looking at the covering and uncovering of the sun, I’m writing. There are words that ring in my head. Pound. In Berlin last week, I sat at the banks of the Spree and watched a … Continue reading Now in Gö, New in Gö

The Milanese Duomo – first to last times

(With more than one Duomo present in Italy, I came about to refer to this one as the Milanese Duomo) “Yes, we did many things, then – all Beautiful…” (Come Close, Sappho) The first time at the Milanese Duomo was with my family. Did we get a cab there? We were staying at the chic … Continue reading The Milanese Duomo – first to last times

Vaclav Havel Airport, Prague

We're at Vaclav Havel Airport. He’s older than me. 25, to be specific. His green full sleeved shirt has become a part of him. He’s worn it so often that every time I think of him, I think of him with it. He returns from the toilet, sits next to me. I have to go … Continue reading Vaclav Havel Airport, Prague

Chidiya Tapu, South Andaman

Chidiya Tapu brought this back - One of the earliest memories that I have of being a child are those where my mother animatedly fed me. She’d bring a plate with my food, sit next to me and patiently ball the food, craftily hiding any elements that may at sight inconvenience this every day ritual … Continue reading Chidiya Tapu, South Andaman

Familiar Bakewell

~ Written after leaving the familiar Bakewell ~ Some say it is in the familiarity of everyday that our soul lies. And if somehow, by some means you are detached from this familiarity, you feel a longing, an ache you wish you weren’t feeling. Losing a long kept job, finishing three years at university, marrying … Continue reading Familiar Bakewell

Canley Crematorium

She removed herself swiftly from the cab in front of Canley Crematorium and began to jot down in words the following: ‘Entrance to Charter Chapel, Gardens of Remembrance and Cemetry’. The map at the very entrance caught her eye: of course, it wasn’t everyday that she came across areas marked ‘Weeping Willow’, ‘Book of Remembrance’, … Continue reading Canley Crematorium

Remains and Leftovers – Guy’s Cliffe House

It’s called the hidden gem of Warwickshire. But we find it easily- nestled on the A429, next to the International Warwick Riding School and a few miles away from where Edward Plantagenet was supposedly beheaded. We creep quietly with our cars, leaving tracks in gravel which is wet constantly by the constancy of rain. This … Continue reading Remains and Leftovers – Guy’s Cliffe House