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