Trees and Witchcraft

Religious Associations In the garden behind my childhood home is a modestly sized banyan tree. My brother and I always pay it a visit every time we go back home. My father often ends his evening walks in its company. We planted it at a time much before my memory became dependably mature, but even now, as an adult, the tree holds a childlike fascination … Continue reading Trees and Witchcraft

Baby Brother: Flash Fiction #1

My mother looks beautiful today. Draped in silken layers of blue and green, perched on an antique oak windsor, she seems a cosmopolitan manifestation of Gaia, the Earth Goddess. Her middle is rounded and bulging out, the blue and green of the stretched taut fabric making it look like a tiny Earth. I draw the parallel intrinsically, for my mother is my whole world. Just … Continue reading Baby Brother: Flash Fiction #1