When You Are Old by Kevin Higgins

When You Are Old . after William Butler Yeats When you are old and bald and full of crap and sitting there in threadbare rags, reach across to your old bookcase for a dusty old copy of a girlie mag. Fondle it, then, a little sadly in your withered veiny hands. If you can manage…

Poems from ‘Her Father’s Daughter’ by Nessa O’Mahony

Waiting Room   The rules for survival: don’t catch an eye on the first day, look away if their blank grief grazes over you.   If still here the next, permit a faint smile, a nod to a fellow traveller. But keep your space, don’t approach unless invited and only then with care.   Avoid…