It is a dark road we follow Among the marshes and swamps That swallow up old and young. The sun …
Today by Michael Burke
Today I saw your face, as you gave birth to me. I waited nine long months, for you to set …
Time by Julie McNeill
Time is measured in hundreds now curves flattened, peaks squashed and distance observed as we serve new masters. Clapping our …
A Speck by Roisin Browne
On this Good Friday, in North County, the hosing has begun in earnest. The solid hum of powered water from …
Covid Sonnet by John McGrath
The world has pinned us with a warning glance, the kind our mothers gave us long ago, the look that …