She takes the woman’s part, stepping back on her right. I try to lead, pushing her back into night
What color is cancer? More...
Poor R0, so much abused.
Its calculation confused.
Sometimes high, sometimes low, More...
One who smokes hookah bidior cigarette,
Strews stubs bedside smoking late night,
Chewing tobacco gutka masalaleft right More..
Wilma, on morphine, feels little pain
She is miles away from herself
Even further from her children More...
A thin film of depression,
gray. Bold slash of anger,
seems red. More...
I paint to free myself of all my thoughts,
Smoking them out, purging them from my brain,
Setting fire to my eyes, ears and mouth More...