No excuse not to weed now. For at the moment, I am home from work. So I pluck dandelions and …
Hope in a quiet morning. A poem by Name Dr Wendy-Jane Walton
I’m playing ‘spot the rainbow’ NHS: appointment slots scream out in Covid-red, bin-liner’s orange, and a pack of wipes, the …
Blue Angels. A poem by Frances Sloan
Defenders of the stricken weakly shielded from the invisible foe. Conscientious objections made to insufficient weaponry. They battle on. But …
Virtual Reality. A poem by Linda McCauley Freeman
They are dropping like flies. How cliched. And how is that even true? Certain seasons I am besieged by flies. …
Garden Buddha. A poem by Karen Toloui
He is ancient and wise. Safe in his innocent splendor. We want to keep him that way, serene face in …