You plague my dreams, As if you have not plagued my life enough, Tainting my concept of love,  And what it means to be cared…

Apricity is the perfect word,  Among all, it’s the best one I’ve heard.  The other words won’t do you justice,  For you, you ought to…

I loathe the word “ethnic cleansing,” for it implies the land must be cleansed— of its indigenous people, as if they are to be wiped…