Poetry

Poetry

It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care to act,
it starts when you do it again after they said no,
it starts when you say we and know who you mean,
and each day you mean one more.

Marge Piercy

Guard your stash
Thursday, 04 June 2020 09:54

Guard your stash

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Guard your Stash by Martin Rowson Guard your stashGuard your stashThough your mouth's a toothless gashLike the slits in all those throats which you have secretly had slashedGuard your stash Guard your stashGuard your stashThough your ponytail's panacheWas, despite a certain brashness, thrown away with last year's trashGuard your stash…
I can't breathe
Wednesday, 03 June 2020 20:20

I can't breathe

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I Can’t Breathe by Joan Jobe Smith Voss I can’t breathe.The smoke from the pyre burning me alivebecause my name is Joan in Rouen chokes me.Othello smothers me with a pillow.Bill Sykes bludgeons me with his walkingstick till I fall to the floor, face down in Dickens dust.Jack the Ripper…
Plague Songs - It Cures What Ails Ya!
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 03 June 2020 15:01

Plague Songs - It Cures What Ails Ya!

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Plague Songs - It Cures What Ails Ya! by Martin Rowson One should not mock the chronic sick,And nor should we mock DominicWhose road-based therapies recall,Damascus-bound, those of St PaulWho was, you lot should be reminded,On a road trip when unblinded.Dom need make no apology!It’s not just opthalmologyThat sees Road…
Darkening
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 01 June 2020 07:56

Darkening

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Darkening by Steve Pottinger for george under a darkening skywe sit round a log fireout there cities are burningthe planet is burning and i can’t breathe out there people are dyingin hospitals in care homesalone in bedsits with the kneeof a cop pressed into their neck and i can’t breathe…
breath
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 31 May 2020 17:04

breath

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breath by Fran Lock, with image by Martin Gollan inside this symmetrical fiction of skins, we do not courtthe carnivore attentions of a cop with eyes like bullicanteglass. we do not wear our reservoirs. we do not bear ourfreight of names upon the face; find a dirty jest of us…
The Last Hurrah
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 31 May 2020 11:55

The Last Hurrah

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The Last Hurrah by Hamish Wilson In thanks, we gave our NHS a clap,banged saucepans, hooted, whistled, strummed and sang,gave glad hands for heroes, joyful urban rapwith wartime spirit - UK’s Crazy Gang. Next Thursday, we give it up for silence,as other hands go on, will never stop,working to the…
The incredible excuses of Dominic Cummings
Tuesday, 26 May 2020 16:50

The incredible excuses of Dominic Cummings

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The incredible excuses of Dominic Cummings by Steve Pottinger The dog ate my homework.I did not have sexual relations with that band, ABBA.The dog is called Fido, er… Tyson, er… Boris, no… Dog.Your homework is in the cat.My wife has always known me as Barnard.I do not recognise that allegation.I…
Cummings and Goings
Tuesday, 26 May 2020 07:54

Cummings and Goings

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Cummings and Goings by David Erdos Would Hitler have dumped Eva Braun?He needed her slavish concession. The analogy in the UK is that HitlerIsn’t even the one who’s PM. No, our bloated blonde Eva backgroundsBy constructing a 3D photocopyOf presence, while his slick shadowIs sliming, and staining our day For…
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