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

Irish TV Election Debate
Sunday, 02 February 2020 20:12

Irish TV Election Debate

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Irish TV Election Debate by Pete Mullineaux I’m rooting for the left – but how to unite the red and green? I think on back to those once separated Luas lines: two sets of track, having avoided one another, awaiting final linkage – how we felt under attack, railed against…
A Mother Stamps Her Feet
Saturday, 01 February 2020 09:41

A Mother Stamps Her Feet

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A Mother Stamps Her Feet By Rafael Pizarro A mother in San Jose sees a child ina cage and stamps her feet. This is how it starts. In a cabin, at the foot of humble mountains a man and his wife, marriedseventeen years now and still young,watch a neighbor dragged…
Process Worker, Pirelli
Thursday, 30 January 2020 18:55

Turning Slavery into Art

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Turning Slavery Into Art by Fred Voss “This is slavery,”Armando on the old manual milling machine saysand smileshis ironic smileas all the shop machinists fire up their machines and drop denim or leather apronsaround their necks as the time clock ticks“Every day, the same, every dayhere on the dot every…
Peephole
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 24 January 2020 10:57

Peephole

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Peephole by Owen Gallagher, with image by Jon Addison When a Conservative candidate callsRuth wears a blue rosette. When a Labour candidate knocksshe reaches for red. If there’s a rapid rap she freezesat the thought of her grandparents rising as smoke from a chimney.
Prime Ministerial Couplets
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 23 January 2020 19:40

Prime Ministerial Couplets

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Prime Ministerial Couplets by Edward Mackinnon Not favouring CurryJohn had his way with her, but wouldn’t promote herShe was salmonella poison to the loyal Tory voter Suppliers of corpses His Edinburgh schooling must have taught Blairhe needed a Bush just as Burke needed Hare Economic BraveheartNo return to boom and…
Knight of the Gutter
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 20 January 2020 19:34

Knight of the Gutter

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Knight of the Gutter (aka Iain Duncan Smith's Got a Knighthood) by Alan Morrison The media smeared Jeremy Corbyn for good,Ensured a catastrophic election result,A thumping majority for Boris's cult,And Iain Duncan Smith's got a knighthood. The real change we needed exchanged for gnarled woodOf Parliament's ingrained gig-hegemony,Members be branded…
An Eton Mess
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 17 January 2020 09:46

An Eton Mess

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An Eton Mess by Christopher Norris, with cartoon by Martin Gollan We’re in an Eton mess, my friends,We’re in an Eton mess.Those posh-boy crooks have cocked their snooksAnd cooked the books when no one looks:That’s how it goes I guess, my friends,That’s how it goes I guess. We’re back up…
Saints Not Servants
Sunday, 12 January 2020 18:40

Saints Not Servants

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Saints Not Servants by Craig Campbell On a distant radioDigital – as modern emperorsThought of Chinese silkThe faint whispers of a Boro chantRap outThrough the corridors of Holme HouseA prison built on Stockton wastelandWith righteous handsWhere else would the ToriesCrack whipsThrough the smogAnd stale chipsDesignate the square root of the…
What They Don’t Know Is
Friday, 03 January 2020 09:41

What They Don’t Know Is

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What They Don’t Know Is by Kevin Higgins That this cannot be avoided by everyone wearing protective glasses.That the contents of their half-full cups are about to evaporate.That the University will remain closed until further notice.That Kim Kardashian’s arse has been abolished.That the idea of tomorrow is suddenly quaint as…
Fixers: post-election thoughts
Thursday, 02 January 2020 18:54

Fixers: post-election thoughts

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Fixers: post-election thoughts by Christopher Norris, with image by Martin Gollan Now the year was twenty-twentyAnd the times were looking bad,For although the rich had plentyThey clung tight to what they had. There were rich folk in big houses,There were poor folk on the street,And the rich said 'stuff your…
After the Latest Defeat
Monday, 30 December 2019 22:36

After the Latest Defeat

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After the Latest Defeatby David Betteridge The defenders are not demoralised,nor do they abandon their positions,even among the ruins,nor do they lose faith in their own strengthor their own future. - Antonio Gramsci I Can wells,that a long drought made bitter,self-restore? Can sparks,scattered from a beaten fire,be raked in, and…
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