Ramadan from the Bell Jar

I remember the first time we were shown how to wear PPE. We were all jammed in a small patient lounge, phones at the ready in case we were needed somewhere else. My colleague and I were mushed on top of each other, taking the whole thing lightly but taking it all in. It’s not […]


your resting place.

I face my reflectionWith a solemn realisationI am not where I want to be. She’s asking me again,Yes, I see her, even without my glassesWith the most probing glances;What I could have done differentlyTo make you happy. No time to contemplateIt’s time to plaster onYour Friday Best smileWith the selectively placed tearThe crowd is waiting,In […]