Will the pubs open so we can have a pint? Can we stand close together while we share a joint? …
Wedding by Yvonne Cullen
Cherry petals gust along my mother’s path this morning. At the wedding of the world and itself, without us now.
When All This is Over by Yvonne Cullen
When all this is over lets walk this town through with emboldened spirit animals a fox for me and a …
Pandemic. A poem by Dorothy Rossi
Statistics of the dead and sick do not begin to tell the story. Each life is constructed much like a …
A pigeon arrived in the post. Prose poetry by Nicola Heaney
Last week, I had an unexpected delivery. I opened the door to the street to find a large cardboard box …