(kno moor for walls) Know More is hear to bog us down in mired swampland But rather beet peet into …
No Saving. A poem by Cath Campbell
In the last spring, the spring of Covid year, we ran feral in prison circles at home whilst outside our …
The coronation and the reign. A poem by Órla Mc Govern
She stands Reluctant queen The crown is placed upon her head Heavy hearted She walks to her balcony The piazza …
CV-19: people, you’re so queue’t. A poem by Peter A.
Such beauty in eyes caught staring from above the masks, worrying At the start of the outbreak Panic was known …
Hands, I have a name and, Gates of Freedom. Three poems by Patricia Baitson Phelan
Hands The Pandemic is here: it’s changing our world. We are all cocooning. Locked up indoors. People are dying, left …