by Prerana Kumar | Mar 29, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
One touch and you Become it Playtime in the streets. All of you in a line, behind a Wolf who has his back to you. What time is it Mr Wolf? Four o’clock! He shouts without turning. You let another little girl or boy, too eager for their own...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 28, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
I Draw a Line of fire and blood, of ants running in horror, a line of broken windows, locked doors, of size four school shoes with shiny bows, a line of thunder and lightning falling into the living room of our so-called home, a line of frightened...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 27, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Nightcrawler Your black eyes, black as the void that surrounds us, stare back at me, so black they catch any trickle of light, the time on the radio, the table lamp, the crack between curtains that let the day in prematurely. They are my eyes,...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 26, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Indoor Cloudspotting Yesterday was leadbellied. Bearing down not floating away. A sense of nimbostratus gathering shadows outside the kitchen windows. You tick the box marked ‘chance of rain’. We’re classifying drift, tabulating it into neat...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 25, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Two Girls on a Greyhound The older girl turns her face towards the window. Hides behind her curtain of long brown hair. Her sister is asleep. They are never going back there. Stepping off the coach, the seat of the young girl’s jeans is...
