So somebody asked me about knitting on twitter and I thought I’d make a post on crochet. I’m contrary like that. There’s lots of instructions about crochet online so I’m going to talk about what worked for me. Think of it as a sort of recipe. For the first project…

The apogee is a tea bowl in the sky, alluring as kintsugi or kissing. The weight of this earth flies through air, lights blinking. The weight is 1)gods broken at the shrine 2) the ghost of mother/land 3) when desire becomes outlandish Consider: A woodlouse is also called a boat-builder. A boat-builder would know how to engineer and mend, how to manifest the imagined. or the answer to a question like:

In early March, my husband and I sat in our car in the parking lot of a Ralph’s. He had just lost his job. We had 60 days to get out of the country if he did not find another. Covid-19 was all around us. We sat, slightly stunned, watching…

Leaving has a rhythm I left Mumbai when I was 21. Leaving felt like a battle-axe. It’s only geography, someone said. The boy I loved, and I thought, how we understand place is how we understand ourselves. Orhan Pamuk never left Istanbul, never left his birthplace. Such precious winglessness. In…