October 12, 2026 ...by which I mean Columbus. Still appearing - the same show every year! get your tickets now! on the Google calendar as Columbus Day / Indigenous Peoples Day. Some years ago, in Spain, one day in Sevilla, a poem rose, "Why did Europeans kill Indians? why did they come from so far away just to kill their curiosity? But their journey haunts me" - because I have always longed to go off to sea. I would have signed up right there - would have answered that famous...
29 days ago • 1 min read
September 16, 2026 I've known Anton Hunkins since forever! Well, at least 10+ years. They came to the very first creativity workshop I did in Santa Fe in like 2012. And we've been friends since! Anton is an amazing poet and tracker. Last week, we went on a walk together and it was so swell that we up and put together this experience which we call: TRACKING THE EXTRAVAGANT UNIVERSE are we poets or what, jaja :) We’ll meet at the Randall Davey Audubon Center on the Upper Canyon Road in Santa Fe...
about 2 months ago • 1 min read
September 10, 2026 “ A bullfrog sat amid the cattails in a pond. I didn’t know he was there till something shifted — not him, but something else. The wind, the sun, a blip in the water. And I saw him, suddenly still, and once I saw him, I couldn’t stop seeing him. I think some true part of us is like that. Sitting very still, unmoving, waiting for something to shift so we can bring our awareness to it. enter the wild lands begins this Sunday, Sept 13 A 4 month creativity circle to share in...
2 months ago • 2 min read
August 27, 2026 On this day of the deep partial lunar eclipse, and the red Sturgeon moon, suddenly — the love of synanthrope inspired by a raven who made such a racket this morning en santa fe where I am visiting after yearsssss from where I left also suddenly— or maybe I should say —decisively off to Spain the minute I could, post pandemic going going gone into compás de flamenco but for now let me science you up a second: “ Synanthropic species (also called synanthropes) are animals that...
3 months ago • 2 min read
August 18, 2026 In an audio recording - recorded on a cassette no less on a walkman with a record button [remember those], my mother asks my grandmother. "What were your favorite subjects in school? " "Poetry and singing," my grandmother replied. They spoke in English but I heard the Gujurati roots in the voice of my grandmother, or Kutchi more like it, for that is where was from originally, the Rann of Kutch a vast expanse I have never seen. Today is her birthday and on occasion of her...
3 months ago • 2 min read
August 16, 2026 There is tissue in sinew connecting a body in pain with a body coming out of it. There is an animal, the desert and an invitation to enter the wild lands within - yours, mine, ours. There are odes to moments without shame or blame. Also, dance, song, shayari-poetry and me! Sinew, a 30 minute online performance is on Tuesday, August 18 at 11:11 am US mountain time (check your time here). Dear friends, you are invited! Here’s the YouTube live stream link. All you gotta do is...
3 months ago • 2 min read
August 8, 2026 Dear friends: Ooh something new. It was taking time to show its shape but now, here it is. enter the wild lands There's a place in the body where no one is welcome except your own voice. A sovereign space. A rogue state that has ceded from the union - so long, uncle sam! A space where no one is welcome, not even angels bearing chocolate or spirit animals. "Please leave your spirit animals at the door." The walls of this place are made of 118 elements from the periodic table...
3 months ago • 3 min read
July 29, 1:30 pm Dear friends longing has a funny way of suddenly becoming form. for some time now, I have been dreaming of a new performance and today, this took shape. the origin story video below - in which there is a special cameo by a goat. I kid you not. aww come on what’s an indian without a proper pun? From the Wild Lands presents sinew a performance by Shebana Coelho playing in shayari, song-poems, & movement. August 18 • 11:11 a.m. US mountain time. Live online RSVP to join the...
3 months ago • 1 min read
July 10, 1:11pm The rain in pain falls mostly on the strains which I am only saying because I can. oh elocution. 'Pain in the body becomes poetic only after it has waned enough that you have breath to say: Pain is poetic… The giddiness of having less pain may drive you to drink or worse, to rhyme. Pain unveils hidden cities that occupy desert bodies - and then, I asked myself, where are you going to live? what street, what sinew?' [from Sinew] This is what comes from making faces at tyrants...
4 months ago • 1 min read