God has been humanised, the idea of a fallible formless entity inundated and the search for the truth lost somewhere in between.
A poem on how the pandemic has exposed the gaps when it comes to privilege – even between a husband and a wife living in the same home.
The show, based on the moral free fall of society in the face of the unknown, critiques the hypocrisy of human nature.
A poem on how society expects women to play small in order to be more 'desirable'.
Perhaps my speaking up could also lend some small bit of courage to someone else.
This lockdown would have been so much more difficult if we did not have a safety net in the people around us.