Welcome
An essayist, novelist, short story writer and poet, I term
my aesthetics Yogic Realism. I've been called variously, "T.S. Eliot mixed
up with Rabindranath Tagore" (The
Halifax Chronicle Herald) and “One of those rare poets who gets the recipe
of humanness exactly right” (Canadian
Literature). I use prepositions and words unorthodoxly, but that is what
poets do. I was born on the eastern bank of the Demerara, a South American
river named by the Dutch, a river that has given its name to the finest cane
sugar—and rum. My ancestors and their community sailed from India more than 175
years ago and have tarried up and down the Americas, in Europe, Africa, and
even down under. In them and all they, and I, have touched and been touched by,
and the poetry that percolates in my being, I consider myself, "a
fortunate traveller." Thank you for visiting.
