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The rear view mirror is covered in winter fog. Through the mist, my blinking eyes and enervated mind has seen some treads left behind last year – Poetry at Union on February 14, 2021, Valentine’s day, a League of Canadian … Continue reading →

I disagree with T.S. Eliot – this year, April was not the cruelest month after all. The floods receded from my walls, the days grew longer and their grey edge faded. My lost thoughts in bits of paper were found. … Continue reading →

A vibrant space has shut its doors. Gallery Hittite was a welcoming place for artists and art lovers, warm, inviting, inclusive, without the arrogance and stuffiness of most galleries. The highlight for me and my daughter Shayona was that both … Continue reading →

You may have already seen a two-minute snippet of a video based on my album, Occasional Ghazal. For a fuller visual and musical experience, do watch (and share) the three short videos I just-published, totaling seven minutes. My affair with … Continue reading →

August 21, 2018, 8 pm, Art Bar, longest running poetry series at the Free Times Café 320 College Street (at Spadina), $5 at the door. Join three of the original Art Bar poets: Allen Sutterfield, Pascal Dennis, Suparna Ghosh ********************************************* … Continue reading →

My visits have been staggered. Yes, occasional. Because life happened. And the need and desire to create footprints took over. You said I disappeared without a trace I have been there in sudden corners abrading petroglyphs on sandstone Here is … Continue reading →

For the first time, Sudhir, I and Shayona were in a show together, aptly titled, The Super Naughty Show. The Red Boots are mine, the three small ones on top on one wall are Shayona’s, a parody on the three … Continue reading →

Narcissism on display with cyberspace an enabler. Oh well, why not. It’s here and so I surrender. VIGIL, a black and white statement, brush, pen and India ink on paper, landed me as a finalist in the 2015 Arts & … Continue reading →

Everything that can be said has been said and creativity is moribund. So, for a while (a while has been a long while) I pondered the possibility that a blank post is more meaningful than one crammed with words. Like … Continue reading →