The world was changing. Many said it was no longer safe to venture outside. There are dangers lurking in the …
Cafe Religion. A poem by Geraldine Fleming
secular devotees of Sunday rituals solace of experience ousting mysteries of faith neophytes and regulars mill into the warmth welcomed …
Late Nite Shopping before the curfew sets in. A poem by Karin Molde
for ravioli in tins and as many packets of spaghetti as we can grab before we drown in tasteless tomato …
Waking up at the end of the Old World. A poem by J. van den Ackor
Incessant waves crash and break against the bulwarks of the Old World sending fissures through its ancient foundations. The days …
Geography. A poem by Dominic Rivron
Forget it. There is no trail to follow through the trees no ginger- bread house in the centre of the …