Sunday witnessed a miracle Previously unheard of In this time of plague Though small mercies Rare have sometimes Been distributed …
Prospect Of Flowers. A poem by Joanna O’Sullivan
In the near-deserted petrol station we took turns going to the hatch. When the other car started Oh, What A …
Remember When by Gearoid O’Brien
Will we say “Do you remember when…?” And speak of the times we would rather all forget. Or will we …
A Personal Reflection on the Pandemic 2020 by Stephen Knox
What will I remember from these days, In twenty years if God spares? Will I recall each Covid crafted phrase, …
Is this? by Gill Chedgey
My eyes have become vacant, Listless, unfocused. There is nothing to look at, No one to see. Is this lockdown …