March mornings Magpie perches on the garage gable, surveys lefts and right and swoops to swipe a chunk of canned …
Some More Time. A Poem by Fi Crux
God grant me some More time To celebrate mornings Of dancing delight The magpie in Wellington square A riot of …
Poetry and the Virus. A poem by Niall Kennedy
Are you still slouching rough beast? You must be, if you believe Yeats. But he is dead and gone, when …
Old Mother Hubbard. A poem by Andrew Green
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard and found that she’d run out out of stores but what with the …
Parabola. A poem by Fizza Abbas
I still remember physics class at school, ‘It’s nothing but a plane curve that works under the influence of gravity’, …