The church bells ring twelve times in the deserted village. Sound of doom, funeral like. Death diminishes us when it …
What Hides Behind Your Face Mask? A poem by Richard LeDue
Maybe you’re a wanted serial killer, thrilled at a chance to leave your uncle’s basement, to stand six feet away …
Pandemic. A poem by Robin McNamara
The old woman walked slowly past, “I’m going for some fresh air before it’s all gone!” she said. the Irish …
Precious Commodities. A new poem by Layla Moroney
As the last pack is taken from the shelf The vulnerable cocoon, protecting health Communities gather round, yet stay apart …
The Birds are Chirping. A poem by Rudy Zamora
The birds are chirping, And my window has become a waterfall. The stillness inside my home Irrigates my nostalgia, Taking …