If things had gone as planned you’d be here with me. I’d be sitting where I am now writing this …
Self-soothing. A poem by Gita Ralleigh
Locate a calm space within your head. Place a box dead centre, one big enough to crawl inside. Wood is …
The last swim. A poem by Bobbie Sparrow
From midnight on the 27.3.20 Galway city beaches were closed to protect against the spread of the Covid 19 virus. …
Mother’s Day Advisory. A poem by Tim Dwyer
A couple with two young daughters claim a secluded spot on the sand. If not for hats and gloves, they …
Distance as a verb. A poem by Neil O’Sullivan
This grip of tension A collective ache Hanging leaden from above A glisten in the iris Reflecting the tealight Palm …