Poems by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

Skittles with planets  An amethyst, he said slamming down the prayer beads. talking above the nauseous fumes of camphor and incense he drew skewed circles intersecting subsets - seventeen of them jotting numbers on a paper that presumably charted the rebel trajectory of all the wayward moons and wastrel stars that had driven me to … Continue reading Poems by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

“Nanna’s Sunday Lunch”

By Karen Trappett   Every Sunday of my youth was spent in Nanna’s old Queenslander at Sandgate for the ubiquitous Sunday lunch. I didn’t even know there was a beach near her house until much later, which was a shame, I could have used the escape; but as a single digit kid, I had no … Continue reading “Nanna’s Sunday Lunch”

“The Pass”

By Karen Trappett   Byron kept his kitchen fastidiously clean; his pride and joy, and his livelihood. The stainless-steel countertops gleamed from constant rubbing and buffering between sittings and the copper-bottomed pots shimmered under the bright halogen downlights - placed with regimented precision above the work surface. Taking off his chef’s hat and placing it … Continue reading “The Pass”