Anachronism
A poem by Sonya Nair: “My grandfather lay / leaving daughter and a son / and their assorted children / in his wake”
A poem by Sonya Nair: “My grandfather lay / leaving daughter and a son / and their assorted children / in his wake”
A poem by Ronald Tuhin D’Rozario: “Its beetroot tongue, interchange / Houses. Maps. Routes. Hormones. / There's a climate building in the chest”