A teal-painted wooden door set into a yellow building. Photo: By Katia Rolon via Unsplash.
Poem: At my door
'Please God they are not at my door...'
by Voirrey Faragher
24th January 2025
Please God they are not at my door.
It’s likely God is looking the other way for they are here
walking up the hill approaching our bungalow. A mass
of desperate human debris. Some must be carried,
some have sticks, others lean on friends.
