When the dust settles and we come out of hiding we will sweep the cities and villages clean repair the …
How We Cope. A poem by Mari Maxwell
In spring the white hawthorn incinerates our village new lambs yodel in tremulous bursts lost mothers, found mothers knuckle deep …
New Beginning. A poem by Carol Beirne
Plague cholera or covid created by nature or man trillions have now died since then world began Created by man …
Nothing rhymes with orange. A poem by Dean Kelly
Herself brought larger than expected Oranges, not my sentimental clementines. Wrested with weekly essential goods, For which I should, be …
Sharing a Diner With a Trump Lookalike After Several Mimosas. A poem by Mark Burrow
It’s brunchtime, so I stroll South down Seventh Avenue; The short walk to my daily diner. It’s the kind of …