The Birds Still Sing The streets are bare, we are scarcely there, Shelves, we ravaged amidst the scare, Yet birds …
We Were. A poem by Alice Mc Loughlin
And if we can be together again Doing those things we loved to do And going to places we still …
Quarantine. A poem by Peter Sean O’Neill
And so, you sit in your armchair, Every poor man’s throne, and look around you Like some mellow Lear with …
On hearing of the death of Eavan Boland April 2020. A poem by Padraig McLoughlin
You wondered in “Love”, “Will we ever live so Intensely again?” The rhetorical question Pregnant with sadness and loss, So …
Got (after Sidney Keyes). A poem by Kevin Higgins
I sought for miles solid ground, got this tower of jelly plopped on what the documents now tell me was …