My most recent submission to my short story series, The Gulmohur Tales. Abdullah Rasheed stepped off the quaint cobblestone pavement and entered the coffee shop. At thirty-two, he was an attractive man with large, caring eyes, a prominent nose, and a headful of wavy brown hair. His lips blended into ruddy cheeks in an ever-present smile. A lean and muscular frame showed through the snug apparel he wore, topped by a bright orange Cashmere sweater and a tan sports jacket – attire that a certain brand of confident yuppie specializes in pulling off without even trying.
I participated last year – lots of fun. You’d be surprised how stiff the competition can get. Highly recommend this for anyone raring to go head-to-head with other poets. I’ll be glad to miss it for Ramadan this year. Otherwise you will have found me there ;-).
Checkout all my micropoetry here: http://khamuk.com/category/micropoetry/
Just released a new short story on my Channillo series The Gulmohur Tales. Excerpt below. — — — — Madras, India July 1996 John Perry sucked thirstily on his straw, tilting the coconut into just the right angles to get the straw into every last pocket of sweet water. Nectar! Using his free hand, he wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned to see his second handkerchief surrender to complete saturation. The first one still clung to the back of his neck and began to feel like a part of him. He handed the coconut back to the vendor with a nod and a sincere “Thank you”. The man smiled back as he lopped off the cap surrounding the mouth of the coconut and and cleaved the shell open with a single perfectly aimed strike of his machete. He handed the open halves back to John, and gestured to him to use the fibrous cap to spoon the tender white fruit out with. John responded excitedly, transporting chunks of the sweet kernel into his mouth. “Good?” Asif enquired as he handed the vendor his own spent coconut and waved down the offer to cut it open. “Mmm hmm,” John responded without interrupting his snack, his face contorted in a show of pleasure that needed no explanation. It was John’s last day in Madras. Asif had played the role of tour guide extremely well. A chauffeur by profession, he was on loan to John from a friend. Asif’s mandate had been […]
Today I released my first short story series on Channillo. It runs concurrently with my poetry series. The Gulmohur Tales Sand In My Parfait This is certainly helping flex those writing muscles. Whatever it takes, I suppose. 🙂
If you’re on Chanillo, do check out my recently launched poetry series here: http://channillo.com/series/sand-in-my-parfait/ It is set up for weekly updates. I added my second poem just this morning.
I am about to start posting a bunch of silly rhymes from rhymenut.com, which I will be discontinuing. It will be much easier to manage all my writings in one place. I’ll create a new category, Silly rhymes, to tag these posts with.
I was at the Rivulets 2015 Launch event earlier this afternoon. The Chicago Tribune covered it: http://www.chicagotribune.com/suburbs/naperville-sun/community/chi-ugc-article-naperville-writers-group-rivulets-27-launch-2015-10-01-story.html I was asked to recite one of my submissions – On Riverside Walks, and that I did. I also learned I was one of the four runners-up to the Founder’s Prize for Poetry for my submission, On Forgetting To Remember. And that was cool. Given the above were both sonnets, I am happy to say <insert post title here>. A good day overall.
Earlier this year, I learned that my entries were selected for publication in the 2014 Annual Journal of the Society of Classical Poets, Volume 2. In this latest issue, the journal features the works of the top fifteen poets judged in the last competition held by the society. So this is an honor for me, having been published in the previous issue of the journal as well. I recently got my copy and was very impressed with the quality of all the poetic works. I feel honored to be counted among those who were recognized. Get your copy on Amazon, and please support the society for the good work it does in reviving and promoting classical poetry. My thanks and admiration go to Evan Mantyk, President of the society, for his efforts to this end. -KM
This story took me a little over a year to finally get done. It is called Kindred. It is about 55,000 words. I have it out to three first readers at this time. I hope to open it up to a group of second readers in the coming weeks. I am yet to work on a query letter for it. I also hope to start on my third work of fiction drama shortly. I have included a small chapter below by way of an excerpt. 5. The Third of July Ray sat on the steps of the porch watching Blain Travers assist a neighbor whose home had suffered significant damage from the quake. He didn’t particularly care for the cup of heavily sugared chamomile tea his grandfather had forced into his hands, but he couldn’t deny the calming effect it had on his nerves. He thought about how the bitterness in the strong brew seemed to overtake the sweetness in it as the warm liquid gently swirled up into his palette with each sip. It reminded him of the events from two days ago, bitter-sweet in so many ways: his impulsive decision to run, against all odds, into the cave, the upbeat mood of the group as it followed his lead, the shock of realizing one of them was left behind, the relief at finding Nabeel alive and well, the frantic pace that he and Nabeel worked at as they moved the fallen rocks in the hopes of finding Cory. All of it played back in […]