AWWW, it’s a Happy Birthday

Dear Friends and Readers, Near and Far, please join me for the Happy Birthday of Love’s Garden You’re invited for the VIRTUAL book launch and happy birthday of Love’s Garden, An epic family saga of war, love, friendship, and sacrifice in twentieth-century India during its fight against British rule… TANTARAAAHH!! October 27, 2020 Find Love’s Garden at Amazon: and mark your calendars for these free, virtual, various and, I’d claim, virtuous events: Reading at the KGB Bar, New York City, Nov 15, 2020, 7-9 PM Book Launch at Brazos Bookstore, Houston, TX, Oct 27, 2020, 7–8 PM Reviewers hail it…

What kind of Despair? What kind of Hope? Let’s be ANTINA.

We need to be ANTINA: COVID ANTI-NATIONALISTS.

Stupid Cupid?

The cupid in question: The New York Times The artifact in question: Amazon Prime’s ‘Modern Love’ series based on the New York Times’ ‘Modern Love’ column I love NYC. Who doesn’t? It’s a requirement of American coolness. If you don’t, you might be taken for a swamp thing or from another planet. Right? Tell me? BUT. I just finished watching the 5th episode of ‘Amazon’s ‘Modern Love’ series, as I was saying. And guess what? EVERY story is set in New York City. Every character, every mojo, every affect, every quirk — all NYC. Without exception. Granted, maybe episodes 6…

My sauce is Dopest

But I smile and pose with ruddy
young step-mothers, far younger than me.
All of whom my Father loves more than me.

Oh lovely, long-necked does with dreamy eyes!
I’m from the kitchen. I stir my dope sauce
with my broke-ass stirrer. Can you surprise
me with the next version of me? Da boss?
Won’t you please say, Imagine it’s you on
stage, all sass and weight-loss, accepting
Le big award! Won’t you show me, young one?

Sally Rooney’s Normal People

Brava, Sally Rooney! I’m taken by how actions are not acted out by the ends of sentences. And by how past and present co-exist easily within ten to fifteen words (though what does that mean for subjectivity anyway?). But there is also a quality of unabashed sentimentality, love-story-like elements. Probably to propel the plot forward? I’m expecting this wry, off-kilter statement about modern — or even ancient — love out of joint, and then the telling veers back into a “love story” timbre. At first the story oscillates between both lovers’ fears of unrequitedness, but later it crescendoes in a…