A new language, must be forged, to describe your storm, For yours is like no other. You stifled reason. For …
Just Don’t Touch. A poem by Niall Richard Murphy
The sheer horror of a stranger — no, just _another_. All too much. This half-guilty, half-glorious suspicion of those you …
Enough’s Enough and Covid19 – Lock-down. Two poems by Geri McAreavey
Enough’s Enough (for Luke and Nicholas – lock-down in Dublin) For a while it was fun to home school Now …
2020, Memories. A poem by Fidel Hogan Walsh
Blinded in a winter’s dread no prophet foresaw. Spring’s new life erupted into a chaos of fear. Desolation replaced the …
The Lockdown Diaries. Poetry by Wayne Power
Mia sits idly on her bouncy castle, on the day she should have made her First Holy Communion, her face …