The minute we are born, we begin to die.Tina Ronk's poetry consists of this and other such insights- often uncomfortable, yet illuminating - into the transience of life, the constancy of pain and the utter futility of living the past. In a language that is simple and communicates directly with the reader, she speaks of the agony of battling personal demons in a manner that cannot but move the reader.Be it a plea to God, or an affirmation to the self, it is the aguish of a sensitive soul that comes accross constantly in this collection of poems.