Forced to face your rampant reach My blood runs cold I forget to breathe as fright takes hold Retreat into …
Exercising within a 2km distance from home. A poem by Anet Moore
A mother and her children are playing hide and seek in the field beside me. Another woman walking her dog …
Mushrooms For Breakfast. A poem by John D. Kelly
Mushrooms For Breakfast i.m. David Bowie We were both so young. Everything was so clear in those days. I always …
On Being Old in the Time of Covid. A poem by Anne Irwin
I had forgotten that I was old till we set up a neighbours WhatsApp group to shop for the elderly, …
Measuring the Quarantine by Sundays. A poem by will schmit
My bride paints pistachio shells at the bequest of rosehips scattered across the table. Our indoor lemon tree bursts into …