What happens after you fragment yourself between the small town and the big city? What happens when you live neither here nor there?
'Of a public that remembers.'
I’m surprised by the power of consumption; how our increased consumption of something – even death – makes it so astonishingly normal to us.
A poem on the life of a young girl – a flower handler – who doesn’t know what it's like to go to school.
European leaders expressed solidarity with people trapped in Kabul with no reference to the people trapped in makeshift camps on its periphery.
While my friends were sceptical of the decision, my father's colleagues were supportive. But as a student of International Relations, it is my duty to neither blindly worship Israel nor …
A poem on the deep pain we feel about our inability to help women who face sexual assaults.