Creeping into the tenth week of the steep learning curve of this Covid induced isolation through a glorious spring of …
Drifters. A poem by Phil Lynch
we are drifters shifting in shadows of doubt lost in a landscape of half-withered thought we talk to everyone and …
Comfort of the Office. A poem by Zozimus
I miss the comfort of the office desk and the nine to five routine. A conversation by the photocopier of …
Nocturnal Animals and Unsocial Distance. Two poems by Alan Carroll
Nocturnal Animals The slowly revolving blue light approaches cautiously on the midnight lane. Then, in the headlight beam I see …
Lockdown Haiku by Michael O’Connor
On Mother’s Day, they Stood on the road, blew kisses And we blew them back.