by Prerana Kumar | Mar 24, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Errata A boy at school liked to collect the broken nibs of pencils: dozens of fractured graphite tines he kept inside a secret compartment in a carved wooden case. They rattled in his bag as he walked: a constant reminder of shoddy penmanship, of...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 23, 2023 | Reviews
Violet Existence by Katy Wareham Morris Broken Sleep Books, £6.50 (40 pages) Sparking with electricity and a dextrous fluidity, this pamphlet takes the reader from the hospital ward to the hedgerow, and from Masterchef to Mother Nature’s ever-bubbling...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 23, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
fossil fast forward a million years or seven ice cream sticky fingers picking up the shell of me nestled in the sputum on the beach tilting me this way and that looking for angles tracing ice cream fingers through the ess that housed my spine look...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 22, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
your flesh is an abacus. i touch every crumb of the morning on you dust it off part you open real slick slow my fingers knead the hard math of you, the science your goosebumps, my abacus beads that substitutes logic. you rosary between my fingers,...
by Prerana Kumar | Mar 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Mole Understands my Grief She digs into soft earth in search of solace and slugs. I slide into the bathtub below the tidal line. We’re solitary. In enclosed space. Time slips. Down plughole or into soil. My mother ages. I’m dim sighted by how this...
