She presented herself as either too bohemian to care about revealing her sexual adventures and her periods of mental breakdown or, conversely, as the submissive wife following the dictates of her husband who was apparently more eager than herself to cash in on a spiced-up and heavily fictionalized account of her life. And yet, at every opportunity she reverted to the convention that she was India’s most unconventional woman writer with no regrets about her work or her foci.
Charlie didn’t have the guts to rob the drugstore in Visalia. The woman behind the counter reminded him of his mother—what a chump. His truck needed gas, oil, a new carburetor. No sweat. Now he could buy a brand-new Cadillac. Charlie nodded at the man in the Air Force uniform. The goon thought himself important in his creased pants, pressed shirt and two rows of medals on his chest. Charlie believed Roswell was a hoax, until now. Sure, he agreed. What crashed must have been a weather balloon.
Everyone at the Bridge Street Hostel agreed the roaches were a problem. But most of the volunteers felt it was something they could live with. That is, until they learned to talk.
A white farmhouse well back from the road: a large grey dog dozes on a long wooden veranda at the feet of a young boy plucking on a dulcimer; the leathery face of his mother appears briefly in the kitchen window; and, off in the distance, his father and tractor dig furrows in the land.
Love made by melding cuts, a near seizure only subsiding as if to prolong, prolong the rise again…
Sen’s poetry is replete with rich use of language, fine imagery and a literary seductive intent. There is an unmistakable symphony in his verses that compels comparisons with elegant, classical music. His poetry should be read slowly, the way one might sip a prized wine.
He was not a monster but could imitate one so realistically
Things happen, fading fireworks, absence flourishing: musk-thick reserved fuel…
Whether you’re passionate about writing or dabble, at some point you’ll likely want to improve. For beginning and experienced writers, learning can be a joy, but without reading, editing and feedback, it’s not likely our work will advance.
Flames lowering to blue eyes out of misty gray