Marichasana D is my Nemisis

I know it's coming. This isn't like turbulence on a plane that can come out of nowhere, despite the pilot's pre-flight discussion of the air conditions and the weather. This isn't like the way the weather shifts and buckles in the summer or in the winter, tolerable one day, painful the next. This is always…

Learning to Fly

The first time I went upside-down, knotted up in not-so-silky silks, the world spun out of control, blood rushing to feet, the normal turned into something utterly abnormal. A nightmare where the self was still the self, but with an unaccustomed perspective; I was bound secure, yet ¬†floating not knowing, not understanding where the red…

“I Want to Hold Your Hand”

The cool air near to the floor might be kissing my palms, but I still feel the ghost of fingers entwined like that chainlink fence I'll be walking past, if I choose to pause, sip my coffee and remember how that moment would have befit a cigarette, before I continue to walk¬†uptown to start the…