In the woods pine needles fall, gently, without a sound.

We talk about leaving signs, you and I - but would we know where to look when this life has passed us by? Will I remember your face and your eyes, your hands, your walk, the tilt of your head, your sm...

In the wake of the recent disaster, Senior Fellow Austin Lord hosts a conversation with a panel of experts from Nepal and the international scientific community for a timely webinar on what happened, ...

This appears paywalled this week on Eureka Street (link below*) titled "In a World of Rigid Borders, Who Belongs?

Late under the bridge on this darkening street you draw closer as raindrops begin to fall around our feet.

I write to you describing the wild grass, Bending in waves before the wind.

Is your signal lost in the static of this crowded life? Are you with a lover, exchanging glances, or are you just off grid taking your chances? We both know you and I need to be free.

In this garden of our ambiguity I observe your strong fingers, the bangles on your wrists.

While I wonder if your touch might turn me into salt and drown me in your caverns you tell me your Uber has arrived, and we will meet again another day.

Coming out of the shower your damp footprints on the stone floor evaporate in the firelight like those of a goddess walking briefly through my life. Perhaps you were never here? But then whose cardiga...

Sometimes on this parched land I walk into a past life where everything is the same, nothing has changed, not an object moved, not a breath of air stirred. You are still there on our balcony frozen as...

For forty days I, twelve-eyed Attacus,

Suffocating afternoon, time moving slow, thunderclouds dark with rain, veined with lightning, squatting in the valley below.

When in Washington DC, any visiting friends were at risk of my dragging them to the Rock Creek cemetery.

When in Washington DC, any visiting friends were at risk of my dragging them to the Rock Creek cemetery.

In the ancient courtyard we meet again, briefly, nervously, as if someone were watching, as if we were not free.

Another occasional note from my travels in the jungle

You Can't Take The Sky is a powerful documentary podcast that brings listeners inside the lived experience of wartime Ukraine.

As Pakistan plays mediator in the US-Iran war, how India reacts to its arch-rival’s emerging prominence is telling, says former foreign correspondent Nirmal Ghosh.

On the sidewalk a mother of three in half a bucket of hand pumped water washes the fish she will cook for dinner in her family's roadside shanty while ten floors above her amid dark rosewood, teak and...

fragment of a complicated dream

When I left you that morning, not knowing what tomorrow may bring, walking down the mountain, tired of my thoughts, I had to rest a while, and fell asleep, in the cool air, and the shade, of the pines...

Loneliness like a wolf following my scent, but when I turn there is nothing, no movement.

OpenAI says Americans shouldn’t worry about the ethics of its new Pentagon contract. You’ll have to take their word for it (and Pete Hegseth’s).

Do you know you leave me lonely as an empty ocean when you have gone away?

In ‘Culture Club’ Melanie Oliveiro speaks with writer and poet Nirmal Ghosh who’s celebrating the recent release of his debut volume of poems “The Weeds That Grow in Cemeteries”. Ghosh will talk about...

In ‘Culture Club’ Melanie Oliveiro speaks with writer and poet Nirmal Ghosh who’s celebrating the recent release of his debut volume of poems “The Weeds That Grow in Cemeteries”. Ghosh will talk about...

Alone on this warm night,

Crews dismantled plaques telling the stories of the nine enslaved people who lived in the President's House and were owned by George Washington.

Deportations are draining the pool of agricultural workers, while tariffs are forcing up costs for farmers and small businesses.

Thailand’s urgent challenge is to lift the country out of economic stagnation and dwindling geopolitical relevance, says former foreign correspondent Nirmal Ghosh.

In the abandoned house only a blind dog remains, barking to himself all day and half the night. Does he miss his master still?

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Russia's UVB-76 radio station, dubbed 'Doomsday Radio,' has reactivated, broadcasting Tchaikovsky's 'Swan Lake' and a reworked Soviet song allegedly celebrating an attack on Kyiv. This rare musical broadcast, accompanied by unusual muffled voices, fuels speculation about the station's purpose and potential hacks, especially given 'Swan Lake's' historical association with Soviet instability.

The danger of an unstable Bangladesh should not be underestimated, says former foreign correspondent Nirmal Ghosh.

Istanbul Chief Prosecutor’s Office announced on Thursday that 115 suspects believed to be planning attacks across Türkiye, particularly against...

You refuse to meet, yet every week you send me love stories on handmade paper in ancient calligraphy I cannot read. Do you condemn me to never see your face even if we pass each other in the street?

Manila is likely to focus on managing China, but the string of problems it inherits will make its turn as ASEAN chair tricky, says former foreign correspondent Nirmal Ghosh.

This week Saturday Mornings Show”host Glenn van Zutphen welcomes Nirmal Ghosh—author, independent writer, and former foreign correspondent—to discuss his latest poetry collection, The Weeds that Grow ...

A personal reflection

You posted a picture this week which brought back so many memories that for days I have not been able to speak.

The outcome of the meeting between Donald Trump and Xi Jinping in Busan signals a de-escalation of tensions, says former US news bureau chief Nirmal Ghosh.