From Belfast to Monaghan May 26th, 2020 Hello Uncle John Joe, I know you know of my brother Brian’s passing, …
Sketch of an Atheist. Creative non-fiction by Anita Gracey
Stars hung from the night sky when my brother was castaway, bones lost in pj top, his pallor a dismal …
Valuable not Vulnerable. A journal entry by Anita Gracey
The shadow of Coronavirus has silenced the world. But as a physically disabled woman, the world has opened-up for me. …
Captain Tom Moore Villanelle by Anita Gracey
He walks for the NHS with shuffling feet baby steps to a new direction he walks for those he’ll never …
Somebody Must. A poem by Anita Gracey
Somebody must look for rainbows under leaden skies – work furloughed, playgrounds empty, plans cancelled, there’s no excuse. We’ve read, …