by Prerana Kumar | Apr 26, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Foresting Grannylou steps into the forest and a thousand Grannylous greet her. A mess of baby Grannylous roll along the forest floor, plum-cheeked and pawing at squirrel tails, giggling at twenty-something Grannylous who slot themselves into...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 25, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Ceres in the garden You wring yourself from me a sort of ripening a size-of-fist fruit pome trailing smashed seed juice you slip from my palms, lovelike my plum pudding prismatised in the light in your soft proto-placental such brilliant viscera...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 24, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
peter lacy you beg me to saturate you like oxygen in a hyperbaric chamber just a whiff of torso a lungful of animalic notes my bones smell smoky & powdery against yours don’t magnetise yourself I prefer you smaller than a nail...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 23, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
When an albatross crash-lands in a dream Long ago I saw an albatross fly head-first into a dream so fast so hard it penetrated half a mile deep. Inside the crater a wreckage of feather and bone remains which over millennia became this fossilised...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 22, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Post The days that follow, we both receive from you a letter. Jane’s was waiting in a bleary mailbox shuttered with snow, having crossed westbound while she hurried east. You couldn’t wait for spring. Mine was older, slipped with a tenner in an...
by Prerana Kumar | Apr 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Gentrification Remember when hell was a thing? You could look it up in Dante, or better still in a history book you could extrapolate from The Geneva Convention. Remind me the tell you the story of the middle manager who unironically, referred to...
