It was nice while it lasted, wasn’t it? The quiet. In March I was making notes for an essay on …
Perigee. A poem by Niall McArdle
That moon’s got some nerve. Of all times, now it chooses to come by? Look how massive it is, Showing …
Underlying Conditions. A poem by Niall McArdle
You tell yourself it’s just the Flu. You didn’t get the shot and this year’s strain is a fucker. Your …
April Fooled. A letter from Niall McArdle
I arrived in Uruguay the day after COVID-19 came to the country. There were four cases, all tied to one …
No Abrazos, No Besos. A journal entry from Niall McArdle
A week ago I was sitting in a coffee shop in Buenos Aires watching the news. The Argentinian government, like …