I could have called myself Maya -- माया māyā Supernatural being of wisdom and power, an unfathomable plan, a detachment from incomplete fragments of reality, like a brief, disturbed drop of water from unbounded waves. How I could attain to an illusion that both conceals & pierces the veil? I certainly had the consonants… Continue reading All For The Perfect Name
Author: Ama
Boarding School Days at Feddy
“Hey! you in that yellow dress...come here. Don’t make me chase you!” Somewhere in my peripheral vision, I could see someone pointing at me and gesturing wildly. These were the times I wished I could be a ghost, a phantom, a whisper or any kind of unseen being in boarding school. My yellow-checked day dress… Continue reading Boarding School Days at Feddy
Lessons
I am orphaned, how I need my Father near. This body aches from the sky draped on it like a million men. The waterfall from my knees grovels endless. The dollar stretches permissions, unsecures inhibitions but has no model answer to anquished questions. Still under armor and a sustainable savings program, my heart is… Continue reading Lessons
Virtual Poets Society
Move! That was all I needed to hear and I tossed my heap of excuses aside and sat at my keyboard, turned off the distracting DVR recorded episode of "Bun Heads" and typed the first poem for my application packet to the Virtual Poets workshop of the University of Iowa's International Writing Program: Day Shift at… Continue reading Virtual Poets Society
Women..we kind of run this thing!
There is a severe dearth of grown-ups in homes, in politics, in the workplace..except of course, when a woman is in charge. In American politics, we have the men, all up in the uterus, still having no clue, what goes on in there. The fact that these governors, representatives and senators safely incubated in one for about… Continue reading Women..we kind of run this thing!
