I called a meeting to discuss contingency plans:
What if a wily thunderstorm
brings the old tree down —
see all the concrete and asphalt
throttling its entombed...
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Nice to be writing new poems again.
And in case you missed the news, my new book – No Way Home – is available in Kindle and Print editions on Amazon everywhere. Do check it out!!!
Wanted to share this thought piece written by Hetish Umashankar, after he read my book, No Way Home . I was totally overwhelmed.
Here’s the link to his substack where he published it.
No Way Home is available on Amazon in print and Kindle editions, worldwide. (Please let me know if you can’t find it in your local Amazon site)
Do pick it up if you get a chance, would love to know what you made of it!
El Niño has stalled the merry advance
of the monsoon. But if you’ve ever
sat on a Kerala beach and seen the
giant cloud mass approaching...
My new book, No Way Home, is available on Amazon in print and kindle editions. Do check it out!
Excited to share that my new book – No Way Home – is now available on Amazon in the US and UK, in Paperback and Hardcover editions. Am sharing the links below for those who might want to check it out.
Can’t wait for you to read it! And to hear what you think of it!
US: https://www.amazon.com/No-Way-Home-Rajani-Radhakrishnan/dp/B0H3PKVBCC/
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0H3PKVBCC/
It has been three long, anxious months from completed manuscript to this point. I think I am ready now to spend more time on the blogs – catch up on all that I’ve missed and start writing some new poems. Thank you for your patience as I have missed a lot of your posts.
Am looking forward to whatever is next!!!
Or many villages. Whole cities. And now that my third book has been published, I want to thank them all.
My brother, Harsha, Vani, and Namratha Varadharajan – for reading the manuscript and giving me the courage to take the next step. And, with Madhuri Katti and Prithvi – for being massive sounding boards as the publishing process almost broke my resolve at every step.
My fellow-poets on WordPress and Blogger – for reading the poems when I posted them in 2022-23. It was called ‘A story in many unequal parts, some missing’ at that time. I retained that as the tagline for the book. You kept me going for a whole year as the series evolved. I went back several times to read your comments and reviews, when I was drowning in imposter syndrome and self-doubt. Sherry, Susan, Mary, all the folks at Poets United, thank you. And especially Rosemary Nissen-Wade – for the idea, the inspiration for a poetic memoir and for being the friend that she is.
Folks at Atta Galatta, one of Bangalore’s premier indie bookstores – for letting me write and edit and sulk at one of their tables, whenever I needed a place away from home. And the good people I meet there through book clubs and open mics – for all the positive energy and support. And tea.
Fellow Substackers – for your kind words of support. It encouraged me to bring new poems from here into the book.
And those who have lived through the things in the book with me, all these long years – for quietly providing a shoulder or a willing ear or an anchor, whenever I needed it. You know who you are. This one is for you.
For too long, this book has been unwilling to step out into the world. But here it is now. NWH is out on Amazon India . It will take a few more days for the international listings.
‘No Way Home’ is the dark scab on an old wound. I hope you will welcome it gently into your homes.
Am I a good person?
Then, is someone else unbearably bad?
There are adjectives and nouns
that cannot be juxtaposed...
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A little story about my writing journey as I await the release of a new book.
Third time lucky, they say, and I hope they’re right.
The economics of publishing poetry books has been discussed enough. The quiet joy (or is it karma) of writing a poem…
Click here to read this post. I write about a new book that will be out shortly.
The sun is brass-melt in the lake
when the anhinga surfaces,
a pink fish speared in his beak.
The wily...
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1. Arriving at a turnstile, the poem should quickly jump over the barrier. Verses are law-breakers that cannot be constrained by validation and order. A poem must be a parkour-skilled gazelle.
2. In the thick...
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When a moral compass
spins like a roulette wheel,
someone is betting
on someone’s life.
Or on someone’s...
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