I dream of a celluloid form spinning on a thread a prism in the shape of a dusty star. Dream …
Underlying Conditions. A poem by Niall McArdle
You tell yourself it’s just the Flu. You didn’t get the shot and this year’s strain is a fucker. Your …
Out of The Black. A poem by Fin Brennan
The clocks are counting down To something The world is heading towards Something The gangs of the universe are going …
When it’s over. A poem by Fran Bardsley
Memory is a fickle mistress Today, in my room as a tantalising ray of sunshine tempts me to break out, …
The day the libraries closed. A poem by Fran Bardsley
“Take 20” she said “For each card” No charges or late fees. I ransacked the shelves There were some gaps …