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

Friday, 14 September 2018 16:11

Thursday

Written by Peter Knaggs

in Poetry

Thursday by Peter Knaggs The racks of bikinis and sunglasses and slippersand dressing gowns, the shelves of water jugs and balti dishes have gone and so have the people who sold them. A man called Lionbar has jemmied the firedoor.He’s making himself comfortable in menswear,abandoned of everything men wear. He…

Friday, 14 September 2018 16:03

Things that can fly

Written by Elizabeth Gibson

in Poetry

Things that can fly by Elizabeth Gibson You tell me, excitedly, how there is a hill in Azerbaijanthat is so full of natural gas it is always on fire. I agreethat is interesting, and maybe we can go there, but wishyour generation realised that right here we walk on coal.A…

Monday, 10 September 2018 08:18

Kipling Buildings

Written by Alan Morrison

in Poetry

Kipling Buildings With some debt to Rudyard Kipling's 'If' by Alan Morrison If you can keep your head when all about youAre spy cameras, a deliberate delayOf the appointment time in an attemptTo break your spirit, a protracted waitIn a claustrophobic, clinical-looking room,A neutrally decorated purgatorySilent except for the rumbling…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 03 September 2018 22:19

lucky charms

in Poetry

Written by Martin Hayes

lucky charms by Martin Hayes some of the people I work with have made these spaces where they spend 11 hours a day protected areasthey have developed elaborate internal defences that have convinced them that these spots they sit inare almost sacredthey use plastic figurines, pictures, stones and cactus plants…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 19 August 2018 20:20

Measure Twice, Cut Once

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Written by Jon Tait

Measure Twice, Cut Once by Jon Tait When I was 17, the builder’s leader Albert Williams told me to get off site and go and get a degree, swap the sawdust and hard hat for books and a mortar board, and I should have said then that the only mortar…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 08 August 2018 10:23

It Suits a Narrative

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Written by Rita Ann Higgins

It Suits a Narrative by Rita Ann Higgins It suits a narrative of the 'big, bad stateand the 'big bad religious congregations',- Mary Higgins, CEO of Caranua The Irish Times, March 20th 2017. Some applicants will never be happyand grievances suit a narrative,of the big bad churchand the big bad…

Caranua

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 08 August 2018 10:00

Two poems by Andy Croft

in Poetry

Written by Andy Croft

archy says hooray by Andy Croft boss i have heardsome human beans thinkhungry and homeless peopleare like cockroaches iam flattered at last some humans beans feelsorry for us poor insectshooray there is hope for some human beans after all either that or thehuman beans who think hungry and homeless people…

Wednesday, 08 August 2018 08:49

Cometh the hour, cometh the Dame

Written by Kevin Higgins

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Cometh the hour, cometh the Dameafter John Cooper Clarke by Kevin Higgins the fucking dame is fucking furious and not fucking having itfucking up is fucking downfucking in is fucking outfucking master is fucking slavefucking Palestine is fucking neverfucking Goliath is fucking Davidfucking catapult is fucking atom bombthe fucking wall…

Friday, 03 August 2018 18:47

The Things Our Hands Once Stood For: Introduction and Review

Written by Alan Dent

in Poetry

Alan Dent introduces and reviews the recent collection of poems about work by Martin Hayes. From Chaucer to the present day, hardly any poetry in English is about work. Most of it has been written by men from the higher reaches of society. Chaucer’s father married Agnes Copton who inherited…

Friday, 03 August 2018 10:12

The Glass Collector

Written by Steve Pottinger

in Poetry

Glass collector by Steve Pottinger Let us sing of the mouse-quiet collectorof glasses, clearer of plates, wiper of tables, he who returns sauce bottles to their allotted place on the worktophe who takes no space at allasks no space at allwho is seventeenwho will surprise you by butting into your…

Tuesday, 31 July 2018 18:31

They Trespass Against Us

Written by Rita Ann Higgins

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They Trespass Against Us by Rita Ann Higgins The memo said,get them out of that bed,Make Lazarus out of the lot of them.By the head or the knee,a puck in the back,a knuckle in the nuts,a sweeping ankle throw,but no bruises.They trespass against us. Minimum force at all times,except at…