By Senan de Léas The Black Door stalks me silently, throughout the busy scenes. Ever present, always watching, never straying far from...

By Louise O'Neil I told the crows about you today They listened to me, turning their heads from side to side Their white-rimmed eyes...

By Scott Campbell I knelt before the winged red mass, It whispered; you were a friend? Yes, to many With the cruel vigour of an addict  ...