They feel he is slipping, each phone call starts with the clearing of a ditch thick with brambles. I must …
Pool of memories and Spirit Garden. Two poems by Sultana Raza
Pool of Memories Don’t worry, dear, your mummy is safe Through the surface of a special pool She can glimpse …
Mí-ádh. A poem by Paddy Mhéime Ó Súilleabháin
Is fíor go bhfuil sé tógálach Is marfach dá réir, Ag cniogadh an iomad daoine Sul más mian leis dul …
Deadheads. A poem by Denise Garvey
Unscheduled time being so unfamiliar I scissor deadheads from the flowers. Sit. Check the bank account. Prepare some post. Ponder …
Insurgent Sun 2020. A poem by George Gibson
A strange new country. Suddenly we are the strangers in our own lives.Anxiety finds new places to occupy, among unanswered …