The last real walk I took began on a gray windy early afternoon at Kettle Cove covered in white caps …
Locked down in the Manshed 3. A poem by Eamonn Fitzgerald
This weekend, I will mostly be in my ManShed. Sitting on a well worn stool Looking at the rain Leaking …
The Echoes of St James. A poem by Maire Carr
A swell of sirens again, A quickening pulse and rising wails, The fleet bursting forth from St James, Navigating thronged …
I wait in my balcony. A poem by Bindiya Bedi Charan Noronha
I wait For the world to heal To run about merrily Beaches and parks Are calling me My unicorn waits …
In Lockdown. A poem by Terry McDonagh
I’m a spring tide going out, an uncrowned berry on a bush, a dreaming fox in a blurb of moon-some …