The incinerator smoke, expelled as a statement over the Sandymount sky, waste converted to wasteful. Energy, disappeared over the bay. …
Pandemic Unplugged. A poem by Cathal Mac Thréinfhir
Ireland, Pandemic, 2020. Stock market; an all-time high, prices for goods doubled, tripled, Airports open; people allowed to fly in, …
Hand 2 Hand, Covid Free by Paul Byrne
Oh how I long for your hand Your hand in mine As I feel the warmth Of your touch As …
COVID Cure. A poem by Kathryn Ann Hill
We give each other space; we like to keep our distance, and when there is an instance of closeness, we …
Talk About. A poem by Thomas Fahey
The shape of our innocence was mirrored in our presence Unprepared we were for disturbance Unarmed we were too, to …