Purujeet Parida's
Insufficiently Understood Science Fiction Is Magic
This is where I write stories I want to tell, experiences I
want to share, thoughts that have been festering and/or
developing, as prose or with rhyme.
What shines dim and cold, like white gold, on these farms and fields of countryside? What gives the blue sheen, like aquamarine, to shadows and silhouettes of in my mind. What do we do? What have I…
