Kundalini Rouses (excerpt from my forthcoming novel, Even the Breath)

“There he is! Attila, you tramp, I can’t leave you alone, can I? One minute you’re with one girl … I barely turn my back, and there you are, curled up beside some stranger and groaning like a Swedish porn-movie star! Excuse my wolf, Ms. Did he use fang-persuasion to pressure you into petting him?” […]

8.5 Seconds of Nirvana (Walking with Thich Nhat Hanh) 

The grass is short and grey and there are bald spots everywhere. It trembles in my breath. My arms tremble in Chaturanga—still, after twenty-two years of sun salutations, each day three times I bow to kiss the ground. Twenty-two times three-hundred-and-sixty-five times three is a lot of trembling with the ground. But today is a […]