'Unadulterated joys no longer fill my day, nor do thoughts of pure delight.'
'Why does everyone see the hair on my face before they see me?'
'History, stand still a while, let the charade unfold.'
A poem for my dog Lily, who made me and my family unflinchingly more us.
'We will not toil without yield, we will not shed tears of pain, we will not bow our head in submission.'
'World is absent, what is present is only his haunting absence.'
A poem on the dissonance brought about by the lack of dignified literary representation.