As a child his greatest fear was the dark. Somehow she knew, somehow she was there. When they chased him …
I am Grieving. A poem by Damien Carroll
The schools closed, the crèches closed, a shadow arrived. Something happened inside me. I lost some focus, I drifted. Normal …
We’ll get through this. A poem by Damien Carroll
An update…. Through those anxious looks a redbreast sings. Through the empty streets good humour springs. Through this window pane …
Silence is (not so) Golden. A poem by Damien Carroll
Inside my dream world the orchestra rises with nectarous melodies in a whirl of dance between choral and chord, of …