The husband of an ac- quaintance works for the National Security Agency. He came home from work one day in …
Not Writing. A poem (of sorts) by Caroline Farrell
Of disquiet The pang that lingers as reality bites Mornings open to inspection What next? Of the belly ache. Someone …
The Politics of a Shamrock. A poem by Damien B. Donnelly
We stopped the telly and the tea to watch the thunder on Thursday; 1-100, 2-100, 3-100 we counted in between …
Lockdown, Badgers, and Travertine. 3 Poems by Niall Conroy
Lockdown cocktail umbrellas and pretzel fondu jetskis and tvs and golden kazoos and half price on jigsaws and patio sets …
Leo. A poem by Luke Brennan
“I’m not a fan, but he spoke well.” I said through our national day, eight can haze. It seemed so …