Deirdre O’Shaughnessy

That last morning, before the coffee shops closed and the hastily scrawled signs in optimistic youthful handwriting went up “we’ll be back when this is over, stay safe”, I stopped short on Patrick’s Hill, where crow and magpie duelled over a discarded crust. In the middle of the road…Deirdre O’Shaughnessy

Catherine Drea

I wake up in the middle of the night overwhelmed by grief. I’m like a mother of a newborn,
jolting awake to check if they are still breathing….Catherine Drea