Sailors believed it was bad luck to retrieve that which was lost to the sea; the sea can no more …
At the start of the outbreak. A verse in rhyme by Peter Costello
Corona Well things are looking serious, and getting worse each day And the predictions that we are hearing, are not …
Ibis. A poem for my daughter by Maggie Sawkins
This is what I heard: you are holed up in a hotel named after one of the first birds Noah …
HOPE. A poem by Assunta Hood
Without hope we become apathetic A crying shame for those aesthetic Inspiration is required to free the soul In helping …
Worst Case. A poem by Edel Burke
This is our fear, that after all this time, instead of visiting you with armfuls of meadowsweet and purple loosestrife, …