In the spareness of the hour Reflected hands Count down Minutely, mutely. Clock face she wears As a talisman To …
Azure Sea by Michael Killoran Ross
I never thought I would like a place like that Azure sea and rough rugged coast Opulence packaged foreign place …
The Covid Crop (with apologies to purveyors of ‘The Bristol Stomp’ and assorted other Doo-wop tracks). by Des Mannay
It started with Covid – everyone cuttin’ their hair. Till we got legless: throwing clumps in the air – like …
Time by Bhavya
The days are pale this summer with a tinge of negativity,The crowd has parted ways to find the solace in …
Out Of Sync. A poem by Eddie McClenaghan
Crashing in the vacuum of an anti-social bubble picking through the rubble of what should’ve been by now. What could’ve …