×

Warning

JUser: :_load: Unable to load user with ID: 265
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

Everything Must Go
Thursday, 14 January 2016 22:27

Everything Must Go

Written by
in Poetry
On Tuesday 15th December, 2015 Christie’s Auction House held a sale of property that had belonged to the late British Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. The sale realised more than £4.5 million pounds. The Guardian dryly stated that ‘she was worth more dead than alive’. Thatcher presided over one of the…
Aylan Kurdi
Thursday, 14 January 2016 21:36

Two Poems for Aylan Kurdi

Written by
in Poetry
You'd Only Have To Do It Once by Chris Amos "You'd only have to do it once. One burst of rapid fire - BRRRAAAPPP!And stop the scum right then and thereAnd put Great Britain back on track.They did it in Tiananamen Square - it worked for them.'Course, they were Commie…
Monday, 11 January 2016 14:43

The Western Wall Plaza

Written by
in Poetry
THE WESTERN WALL PLAZA Jerusalem is the dwelling place of the Shekinah the Plaza rained out, no one at prayer, no one intoning under an umbrella, theirfeet would be flooded if so I take refuge in a wooden shack at the opposite end, wet seats, wet tables,soldiers on duty, some…
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 23 December 2015 21:11

Prickling the politics of permanent austerity with political-polemical poetry

in Poetry
Written by
Alan Morrison surveys the recent 'mushrooming depth-charge' of political poetry in various anthologies, welcomes the rise of radical publishers, and introduces his new website, Militant Thistles. Since The Recusant/Caparison’s anti-austerity poetry anthologies, Emergency Verse – Poetry in Defence of the Welfare State (2010/11) and The Robin Hood Book – Verse…
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 23 December 2015 10:10

Two Poems by Lisa Kelly

in Poetry
Written by
Last Man to Leave the Ice Factory Ice was no chin-chin thing to keep a drink cold;ice was business, titanic big, tonnes crushedfor the trawlers to keep fish fresh in the holdtides away from land. Now machines are hushed;then, up at four we were, 20 waggons waitingfor 20 tonnes of…
Tuesday, 15 December 2015 10:50

November Paris Blue

Written by
in Poetry
Written after the Paris attacks, November 2015 It is a blue November dawnI imagine a day without conflictIt looks like a globe of lightWith an absence of shadowA world filled with wonder and colour and joyI close my eyes to soar and fly above the cities we grieve I don't…
Monday, 14 December 2015 23:08

Two Poems by Owen Gallagher

Written by
in Poetry
The Accumulation of Capital Marx and Engels almost drained this bar in Soho,finishing ‘The Manifesto of the Communist Party’.Thirsting for another round, I consider pickpockets,not the ones working streets and malls,or those in pulpits pilfering what’s left in minds,but the one kitted out like a toff,currently lifting my friend’s wallet.…
Page 13 of 13