The heft of wooden rolling pin boxed for the charity shop pardoned at this eleventh hour. When did you last …
Death in the Time of Coronavirus. A Poem by Christina Hession
No hand to hold, in that sterile room. No tender kiss, when I succumb too soon. No requiem mass, or …
We Are All The Same. A Poem by Margaret Haire
Social distance Crippling resistance Fighting against the unseen So What’s changed? Fear has always been Confined to those dark places …
The World Isn’t Normally Like This, Son!. A Poem by Victoria Wrigley
The world isn’t normally like this son. Short on laughter, joy, happiness and fun. That place beyond the garden, which …
Primavera. A Poem by Alan Murphy
PRIMAVERA (12th-14th March, 2020) Bored cattle swish their slack tails at a customary breeze. The aisles of Centra are well …