shhhhh – its gey wheesht ootside hee-haw in the shoaps folks roon here kippin quizzin stuffin their faces aye splashin …
The Covid Mantra. A poem by Tess Larkin
Today the magnitude of COVID_19 Has dawned It’s as if my umbilical cord Has been resurrected, reattached And then hijacked …
Building the barn. A poem by Michael Durack
(after “Witness” directed by Peter Weir) In the early weeks of lockdown it was all shining, as the Welsh poet …
Coum Eig. A poem by Mark Roper
It’s only in imagination I break the curfew and make my way on tiptoe through bog cotton and bog pool …
Fancy Friday. A poem by Jackie Lynam
I reach high for the black heels, dig deep into drawers for silk flowers and strapless bras. And in a …