A poem dedicated to my nephew, who was born in a pandemic year, about how I think he will grow up.
Tag: pandemic 2021
Grief, Fossils and Biryani
Grief wanders through your fingertips and out onto keyboards, as it is now. Grief is a victim to time, and only time can heal.
‘Let’s Try and Not Be a Cry Baby’
A poem in response to three recent statements made by those in positions of power.