Days melt into alarm clocks April into May Green eyes flicker indigo Batteries flash red And we don’t know. Are …
Working From Home. A Poem by Neil Fulwood
The office as ghost town, a scrap of paper near the shredder standing in for a tumbleweed. The photocopier looms …
The Ones We Love. A Poem by Eamon Blake
Listen, the birds, they’re singing louder. Now the stars are shining brighter. The air, so clean and fresh, sadly we …
We are Children of the Epoch and the Epoch is Dramatic. A poem by Kate Ennals
The news presenters perform with deadly, straight faces as they relay facts and figures about death and disease Politicians assemble, …
Covid19. A poem by Assunta Arrighi Hood
When I think of this virus the whole of me cringes At the devastation the word impinges Lifeless bodies of …