Mis-recognition
It's been too long since I updated this website. Here is a piece I wrote and read last August at a reading at BooksActually. :) Mis-recognition How do we recognize ourselves? It’s in the scabs we absentmindedly pick again and again, the direction that we intuitively cross our aching legs, the must of old clothes, forgotten; lost –and found again in the back of a childhood cupboard. One day, you wake and nothing much changed. The world outside has remained exactly the same, bu
The fig tree
" I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other
