Srinivas Mandavilli
Srinivas Mandavilli is Chief of Pathology & Laboratory Medicine at Hartford Hospital and the author of the chapbook Gods in the Foyer (Antrim Books, 2016). His work has been featured in the anthologies Hum Aiseich Bolte (Transcendent Zero Press, 2022) and Of Hartford in Many Lights (Grayson Books, 2024) as well as numerous literary journals including Rattle, Poetry Wales, The Night Heron Barks, New Square, Modern Haiku, The Raven’s Perch, Verse Virtual, and Journal of the American Medical Association. Mandavilli is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee and lives in Connecticut with his wife Bela.
After the Diagnosis of Melanoma
The grackles wake her up, raucous in chasing and dive-bombing a red-tailed hawk from their nest. Her dream was in indigo where the foot of a crow flying off, scraped the top of her head as she drove off on her moped. You smile as she reminisces of her childhood friend Charu, who fountain pen in hand, sat in the last row of high school class rubbing a leaking nib against her dark tresses. The CT scan was inconclusive about tumor recurrence and the ink-blotched silhouettes in the scan remind her of throngs of devotees in black lungis. She imagines the chittering of a large eyed mammal moving up the chimney and we look out at an oblong dark mass traveling across the sky—a murmuration of spreading stippled pigment. Something always lumbers around this house like a Rorschach blot disassembling and rejuvenating its hundred heads and a thousand arms
nested epithelioid cells
prominent pink nucleoli held like lamps
infiltrate deep margins of life
The grackles wake her up, raucous in chasing and dive-bombing a red-tailed hawk from their nest. Her dream was in indigo where the foot of a crow flying off, scraped the top of her head as she drove off on her moped. You smile as she reminisces of her childhood friend Charu, who fountain pen in hand, sat in the last row of high school class rubbing a leaking nib against her dark tresses. The CT scan was inconclusive about tumor recurrence and the ink-blotched silhouettes in the scan remind her of throngs of devotees in black lungis. She imagines the chittering of a large eyed mammal moving up the chimney and we look out at an oblong dark mass traveling across the sky—a murmuration of spreading stippled pigment. Something always lumbers around this house like a Rorschach blot disassembling and rejuvenating its hundred heads and a thousand arms
nested epithelioid cells
prominent pink nucleoli held like lamps
infiltrate deep margins of life
Poems
Rattle
https://www.rattle.com/rain-by-srinivas-mandavilli/
The Night Heron Barks
Srinivas Mandavilli
The Ravens Perch
https://theravensperch.com/mangoes-by-srinivas-mandavilli/
Rattle
https://www.rattle.com/rain-by-srinivas-mandavilli/
The Night Heron Barks
Srinivas Mandavilli
The Ravens Perch
https://theravensperch.com/mangoes-by-srinivas-mandavilli/