As I stared at my grandma’s coffin, I sat up higher and caught a glimpse of the bridge of her nose. I’m not sure why that did it, but my memories sparked up: arriving alone in India with my sister, her mocking chitrahaar videos, her last kind words to me…

I’ve been working on a way to use visuals and words to tell stories. Something none linear. It’s been a few years now and though I can come up with some beautiful things, I’m not sure I’ve come any closer to telling a full tale this way. I’m failing hard…

At the start of the pandemic, I managed to carve out time to write stories, do art that spoke to what I saw around me, to our crazy world. Through the pictures of hand washing, of six feet apart, even as flashbangs echoed in the concrete canyons of Seattle, I…

Hi there, I’m back for some reflections on some art I’ve been working on. A while back I wrote about my photography and tackling, as David Hockney calls it, the paralyzed cyclops. …

What a year, right? Well, I’ve been busy at work (thankful that I can WFH), busy writing (though, I only got one published, but working on transferring more), busy with art. Some of it dark, and some, I may be doing all wrong. We’ll see. But I sense that 2020…

The fact that we got a medical cure for the covid virus this soon after the Chinese let the world know its genetic makeup, is something of a testament to how far we’ve come to understanding disease. Having read about the past and how little they knew, and how they…

Lots of circular firing squads (some on the right, though I think that’s for show). Screw that noise. GOTV. Some of this, on the liberal/left side of things, sounds familiar. In fact, right before this most recent election all I saw in the liberal sites was chicken counting and people arguing about how much…

At this point, there are a hundred ways to read the tea leaves of Donald’s Twitter pronouncements. Perhaps, like me, you’re hoping for a sign that things are going to get better for the Republic. Stop. …

They say hindsight is 2020 That you see the past clearly. But they’ve never seen the past All statues as odes to evil and looting then clutch pearls at the sight of a looted target Made up from slave labor then and now. And I’m thankful for the phones and…