Poems by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

Skittles with planetsĀ  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