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

These Hands
Thursday, 19 April 2018 07:25

These Hands

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Jon Tait has sent in this prosepoem in response to The Things Our Hands Once Stood For, by Martin Hayes. These Hands by Jon Tait The lines of hands get blackened by oil and dirt and produce a map of work, of chipped nails and grime and honest graft, of…
Doodgeskiet: In memory of Chris Hani
Saturday, 14 April 2018 19:32

Doodgeskiet: In memory of Chris Hani

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It is twenty-five years this month since the assassination of Chris Hani, general secretary of the South African Communist Party and chief of staff of Umkhonto we Sizwe. Hani was also Mandela’s de facto deputy; his murder opened the way to the disappointments and betrayals of Thabo Mbeki and Joseph…
More important than Elvis's comb
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 14 April 2018 18:08

More important than Elvis's comb

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Fred Voss sent in the following poem after reading the new collection by Martin Hayes, The Things Our Hands Once Stood For, published by Culture Matters and available here. More important than Elvis's comb by Fred Voss What is more importantthan a cheap blue linoleum kitchen table in a little…
The Rich Man and the Poor Lazarus
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 30 March 2018 19:08

The rich versus the people & Turn the other cheek

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The rich versus the people by Ira Lightman Some rich think they cleverly simmer us sleepy - cos we'd jump if it got too hot.The leaders their media got us try to sell off the NHS.Mouthpiece and paymaster don't realise we the oppressed arebrighter than we were; more schooled, as…
Hoodied Bridget
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 28 March 2018 11:14

Hoodied Bridget

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Hoodied Bridget after Bertolt Brecht & Kurt Weill by Kevin Higgins A spectre is haunting Europe — the spectre of communism. - Karl Marx You’ve seen me doing my hours emptying the ashtrays of third hand taxis cabsand scrubbing hard with bleach their tainted back seats before they’re offered up again…
Those Hands
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 27 March 2018 10:42

Those Hands

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Mike Jenkins offers a prose-poem inspired by Martin Hayes’ book of poetry ‘The things our hands once stood for’  Those Hands for Martin Hayes                                        I’ll never forget those hands resting on his…
our mother's day will come
Sunday, 11 March 2018 16:43

our mother's day will come

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our mother’s day will come by Fran Lock my mother’s face exists in the space between kaijū and sphinx. she’s wearing clothes that holdher body in contempt. her breath, imperfect peppermint. she has to go to work. her earringsare obols, shorn of their funerary usage. palestflirtation of dubious gold. unclaimed…
Gibraltar, March 1988
Wednesday, 07 March 2018 11:21

Gibraltar, March 1988

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30 years ago at approx 3.30pm Mairéad Farrell was murdered by the British state on Gibraltar. Standing by her side, also with his hands in the air, was Dan McCann who was also shot dead. A few hundred metres away Sean Savage was to have a similar fate. At the…
We'll show you you're a woman
Tuesday, 06 March 2018 22:45

We'll show you you're a woman

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To mark IWD, we're publishing this poem from a new collection by Sheree Mack called skinshame, to be published shortly by Culture Matters.‘We’ll show you you’re a woman’ was the title of a report compiled by Human Rights Watch into the violence and discrimination experienced by black lesbians and transgender…
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