The moon is still cursing midday The ground unexpectedly Disobeys gravity I am at home Hiding in the pantry Taps …
The lockdown. A poem by Neil O’Sullivan
I have been here alone with you My mouth is full of pebbles My heart curls beneath my bowel A …
The end of the world. A poem by Neil O’Sullivan
The arteries of aisles Are plaqued with shoppers The flow now trickles to near drip Outside a leaf rotates A …
Shopping With Virus. A Poem by Neil O’Sullivan
A sphincter clenched Tight enough To pull the skin off his nose He negotiated the aisles Like the last clean …