A sudden slap of cold wind hits my face. A gust of steely rain stings my eyes, drags me from …
On The Appointment of Boris Johnson’s Hairdresser. A poem by Mark Burrow
He’s no Vidal Sassoon, of course. He’s better described as someone Who rhymes with Sassoon. He’s no Edward Scissorhands, either, …
A flamboyance of flamingoes. A poem by Maresa Sheehan
Answers the lockdown Zoom quiz question. Tickles us pink, knobbles us with its backward knees, tempts us with its ready-to-snap …
Red Patent Shoes. A poem by Eileen Counihan
At six years old I hid my red patent shoes so that I wouldn’t have to go to next door’s …
Two Clocks. A poem by Seán Mullen
The chime grows apologetic And I stare at my face on the screen, Lifting the corners of my mouth, momentarily. …