The World’s Scars
by Jenny Gibson
Ask me again later
which number is greater:
All the world’s scars
or all the heavens’ stars?
With ...
Corona
by Eithne Cullen
The tea hut’s closed
no rowing boats for hire
the Alfred Hitchcock’s
shutters down;
people walk despite the
cold ...
From Waiting Room to Departure Lounge
by Philip Shamplina
In the beginning, from your birth
You’ll never know, in the future, what you’ll be ...
Family Challenges
by Lynda Shepherd
Spaghetti bolognese and a school letter had brought me here. Well, my own stubborn ...
The Gentleman
by Benedict Ushedo
Ragged.
He walks on …
In gentlemanly dignity
Confident in his strides
Threadbare tie in its place
He walks ...
Magpies
by Denise Woodhouse
I like to think I’m not superstitious, yet I always slyly nod or
take a ...
New Beginnings
by Mary Walsh
When I was young, I looked
for the brow of the hill.
With light footsteps,
I made ...
Barking Gecko
by Eithne Cullen
The sign tells us we’ll see
the Barking Gecko, well,
I can tell you I’ve never ...