Yes, I wear a mask. Really, I wear two. One, on the outside, Protective device, Saving life. The One on …
Our Table (BC19). A poem by Patricia Doran
Come, gather round our table Welcome, we have prepared a feast To honour you who travelled West, from the far …
Reminisce. A poem by Liam McNevin
(Lines to Patrick) Concerns over a Virus means I must stay alone. The books given as presents I’m grateful for, …
The New Foal. A poem by Joanna O’Sullivan
When leaving the field the children wanted to climb over the gate, five feet up then down the other side. …
WOKE UP IT WAS A COVID MORNING( for Janice ). A poem by Donall Dempsey
we break the waters of sleep awake to the caress and kiss of us the gasp of reality our dreams …