“Lockdown and isolation,” that’s not new for me. I have been on my own for eight years since my wife …
Dinosaur Dungarees. Creative non fiction by Niamh Donnellan
Your smile is infectious. I swoop you up and with a hug and a kiss we begin our day. You …
Covid Dancing. Some prose by Mary Margaret
Our eyes guide us as we dance through these days of Covid masks and the six foot circle. Sharing our …
Soothed by Soups by Vanessa Couchman
Food becomes a metaphor for comfort during the dark days of lockdown. Even more so because it is a trial …
Masking the Pandemic. Creative non-fiction by Wendy Dodek
I call my creation a Japanese mask but no Japanese person would consider it a real mask. Taking a cotton …