nonfiction Category
On seeking joy through chance encounters
Posted on February 18, 2022
On seeking joy through chance encounters: there are hidden gems of living history everywhere around you. You just have to look for them.
My Father’s Hands (nonfiction)
Posted on November 9, 2020 13 Comments
In my memory, my father’s hands are large. His sturdy fingers, the columns that hold up the Parthenon roof, the pillars that secure the world on the turtle’s back, that hold me as I swing between him and my mother when we walk down the street together. His palms span wide enough to encompass mine, […]
Run through the jungle
Posted on April 23, 2020 11 Comments
Betrayal is a frightening jungle where monsters of self-doubt lurk.
Love is a string of cheese
Posted on April 3, 2019 6 Comments
‘Who says a heart must be rent
At an emotional whirlwind’s whim?’ Poetry this week for the YeahWrite #416 NonFiction grid.
Ripples
Posted on March 28, 2019
Ripples from the Christchurch terror attacks are still spreading. YeahWrite Nonfiction #415
The Very Bad Thing and the Chasm-Exoskeleton
Posted on September 20, 2018 4 Comments
When I was eight, A Very Bad Thing happened.
The Year My Tree Died
Posted on June 7, 2018 11 Comments
It stood rustling its tiny red berries and pea-green leaves in the northwestern corner of our yard. The Japanese Pepper was my tree.
The dog of many names
Posted on May 3, 2018 9 Comments
CW: discussion of dog death I’ve had a lot of dogs over the years.
How to Make Lunch for Your Grandson’s Girlfriend
Posted on April 26, 2018 12 Comments
Invite your grandson to have lunch with you. Tell him to bring his girlfriend. Your daughter has told you about her, warned you to keep your opinions on her dark skin to yourself because it’s his choice and she’s a lovely girl and he’s happy, Mum, but you’ll be the judge of that. He will […]
Tooth Fairy
Posted on April 11, 2018
My tongue rolls over the gum where my tooth used to be, pushing the suture into the fold of my cheek. It’s no longer numb from the anaesthetic and pain relievers. There’s an ache that hunkers in my jawline, striking out towards the gum when I’m least prepared.
Asha Rajan 