by Prerana Kumar | Feb 23, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Prised Apart I raise my arms and let them slump back down. Maybe they don’t belong to me. Our movements more exhausted, looser Did we show rage. Did we try for once to rest your hands on your hips, hold yourself like a good china cup chipped as...
by Prerana Kumar | Feb 22, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Old Fishing Village The rain is a gauze. I could have slept in, but listen to gulls bothering the cruise ships. What more can rain throw at us? Joe’s boat slips out once a day for weather-beaten tourists who find us on old maps. The yellow houses on...
by Prerana Kumar | Feb 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Wasp’s Nest I wanted to be a goat when I was a child. Agile and cloven- hooved. My days were spent poking cowpats with a stick, sending clouds of bluebottles into the hot sky as the hay meadows chirped with crickets and grasshoppers. One evening...
by Prerana Kumar | Feb 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The New Owner Meets The Duende in the Old Barn Last night, in the stone barn behind the house I met a duende, knee-high, Bigfoot stomping, Spluttering gobbledigook. ‘What’s your problem, Duende?’ I asked. Perhaps a touch Patronizing. ‘You, you,...
by Prerana Kumar | Feb 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Evening Lists Inadequacies unreels our slippages. My daughter kaleidoscopes supermarket-aisles in the apartment lift monotone. Squirrelling through the doorway, she pictures what to; I don’t....
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Weekend Work Do Tina and I are circling the room at speed wrapped in white table cloths. Who knew this was what we came here for? We are tiddly after a day of contributing — to workshops in small groups, structured chats on the sunny lawn — by...
