Letters from Grenada

My life is so weird.

This is a walking stick, in my kitchen.

This is one of my neighbors, and his iguana.

This is the ice cream truck, stopping right next door.

This is a bat, not unlike the ones that chirp
nightly past my verandah.
(Did you know that verandah is a Hindi word?)

These are some kids my uncle inducted into his moth-hunting army.

And this? This is breathtaking. Wow.

This isn’t bad either.

My life is so weird. But I can’t complain.