Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

    For a brief moment the illusion of life the wind is a wild puppeteer- pulling, weighing, coaxing a last flight into the air. I cannot leave you here to the jaws of the sugar ants to the feet of those who scarcely look down at the fallen treasures they...

Phoebe T

      Canary Wharf                           Outside, in the plaza, men march forward. Women change from trainers to work heels. Gardeners rip out rows of wilting flowers. The news scrolls like a river round the Reuters building.             No Police...

Patrick Wright

      SEVERANCE After Aisha Khalid I hear it’s rather like a firewall         that was Swedenborg & here is                                                            the womb where Mozart                                                      can’t...

VJ René

      SELECT BODIES   We didn’t say it coming. Preoccupied  By interchangeable analogies (the jasmine Blossom burdening the Avenues, plus several other factors)  We walked to the library, anxiously Equipped. The afternoon  Swung on its tender,...