December 2, 2020
Dear Friends and Readers,
Is it possible? Is 2020 almost over, really? It's not going to jump back and take another swipe at us, sink down with us to the bottom of the ocean, turning off our living daylights?
Maybe. I hope so. And hope is power. And power is good when it's used to create more good. As Biden and Harris did last month and, as I believe, they will continue to do so.
I've been thinking a lot about endings and beginnings (can you tell?). On that note, then, I want today to share a few recent pieces I wrote and some news.
First, it took my breath away to be in the same issue of the fantastic and fun Bombay Review that has this cover image!
Yes, yes, you've guessed absolutely right, that's our Lady Kamala, and in this issue 36 of the Bombay Review, I have a poem in honor and memory of my mother Chandana Bhattacharya who passed away in 2013. It's bitter-sweet, but above all it's about a kind of love that is the root of all love.
Check it out by clicking on Kamala's gorgeous smile. Ma, I miss you so much.
Second, I had a lot of fun telling my body who's boss in this poem published in Funny Pearls, a great humor magazine for and by women.
FUNNY PEARLS. Cool name, innit?
And finally, while saying goodbye to the horrors of the Trump years, I wrote a piece during that time about immigration, ICE, deportation centers, and the bestial treatment of human beings labeled as 'illegal.' No human is 'illegal,' okay?
Here you go -- read "Gehenna."
And come to a Reading on December 10th if you got a spare hour to listen to some very good writers reading at the Facebook Live Event "Readings on the Pike," at 7-8 PM EST. That's EASTERN Standard Time, okay?
You are always on my mind, and that's the truth...