Atulya K BinghamFree FallThe clouds are untethered now. They rove the sierra tops in emancipated tribes. Some drift as feathery cirrus angels, others are potions…May 31, 20201May 31, 20201
Atulya K BinghamPower Ash“Stay calm. Don’t panic. Focus.” he said. “It is vital now, as vital as life herself.”Jan 8, 2020Jan 8, 2020
Atulya K BinghamThe LifelandsLeaves brown and mushy fill the grass. Summer’s work is done. And I know now I will never go back. To the deadlands of the ‘normal’ world…Dec 12, 20191Dec 12, 20191
Atulya K BinghamCloud SpeechIt’s hotter in October than in August. And through the balmy air, the cloud spirits waft. They float in and out of my land as ethereal…Oct 19, 20191Oct 19, 20191
Atulya K BinghamThe Lion GateThere are always gateways. And they are integral. Without a door there can be no rooms, no sanctuaries, no inner or outer worlds. Gateways…Aug 9, 20191Aug 9, 20191
Atulya K BinghamThe ReturnMy van is a tin ovum. A chilly vacuole in the cell of the land, devoid of hot water and insulation. There’s a metallic creak as I open the…Jun 26, 2019Jun 26, 2019
Atulya K BinghamWild HorsesI climbed higher. The human world, heavy with all its dissatisfaction and addiction, sank below clouds. How glad I was to see it go…Mar 18, 20191Mar 18, 20191
Atulya K BinghamUnsolvableTwo years ago she left. Who she was, and why she came or went remain enigmas, unsolved and unsolvable puzzles that click and grind in my…Mar 1, 20192Mar 1, 20192
Atulya K BinghamSpanish CeltsI left the path. Something drew me aside. Was it the voices of the Celts rising from the boggy ground? Or the battering breath of the wind…Dec 16, 20182Dec 16, 20182
Atulya K BinghamDown to the RootsWinter arrives, and he plunges you down to the roots, where you weave and thicken a filigree of subterranean bonds links and fronds only…Dec 2, 2018Dec 2, 2018
