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

Bates Pit Night BLUE
Sunday, 09 July 2017 14:42

The Miner

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The Miner  by Glenn Bradford  Still dreams of the pit, does old Derek.Gripping the duvet in great calloused handsas if ready to swing at the coalface of the night. Stripped to the waist. A vivid reprise.Terry, Taylor and The Bull, headlamps in hand,anticipating the familiar clatter of a closing cage…
Jeremy Corbyn addresses the huge crowd at the 2017 Durham Miners' Gala
Sunday, 09 July 2017 06:00

Seeing Red

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Seeing Red by Jon Tait If it wasn’t hung from the ceiling in a museum,we’d paint Jeremy Corbyn’s faceon the red Lodge banneralongside Keir Hardie and Nye Bevan. We’re still going Forward with Socialismand the colours never fade;still red as the Manchester United shirtthat Bobby Charlton wore, red as the…
A worker reads and asks questions
Sunday, 25 June 2017 21:18

A worker reads and asks questions

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The recent election results showed a stunning level of support for Jeremy Corbyn and the Labour Party’s anti-austerity policies. Working people are clearly starting to ask more questions about who exactly produces the wealth in class-divided societies, including our own. Jenny Farrell’s father made this brilliant translation of one of…
Grenfell Engulfed
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 23 June 2017 11:41

Grenfell Engulfed

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Grenfell Engulfed In memory of those who lost their lives in the Grenfell Tower fire by Alan Morrison In spite of recent refurbishments – fireproofed? –Grenfell Tower was engulfed in flames the full lengthOf its eyesore height ringed by brown-brick mansion blocks(Much better Thirties relics of curvaceous art deco);Now Grenfell…
On the Up
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 16 June 2017 13:51

On the Up

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On The Up by Paul Dovey He was on the up,He knew what to say, voted the right way,And he kept the report buried,In the time capsule under his desk,The hermetically sealed preservation of the old order. The area was on the up,Shopping centres and investors,The supersonic property boom,Legacy tenants…
 Zoë Kravitz
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 08 June 2017 13:56

Staring Back

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Staring Back by Manash Firaq Bhattarcharjee The eye you see is notan eye because you see it;it is an eye because it sees you.~ Antonio Machado, ‘Proverbs and Songs’ You stare at her body. You don’t seeHer eyes seeing you. Her body is a blind mannequinOf desire. When she moves,…
Source: Leon Farrell/Photocall Ireland
Saturday, 03 June 2017 18:45

An Irish Politician Speaks

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An Irish Politician Speaks by Kathryn Keane Of course what you're doingis phenomenal, I've no doubt aboutthat, and I'll stay safely behind youevery step of the way.And of course it's a fine cause,something we should all besupporting, and all it needsis someone just like youto lead the way and someone…
Mud
Saturday, 03 June 2017 08:29

Mud

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Mud       by Susan Millar DuMars  You did right to stay put. We admire you.  You, with your gun and your country. Your children squat in the mud they were made from. We want to help you. Those who ran, are still running, they’re not noble.  Not solid. They flit and…
At Shannon
Saturday, 27 May 2017 15:44

At Shannon

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At Shannon by James Martyn Joyce The black man wielding the bottle of Tia Maria and the chocolates,Padding to the checkout, is the full-stop that makes him look,Makes him see the others:Uniformed ants feeding through the shelves,Aran sweaters and golfing hats clasped to their sand-brown chests,Multiples of vodka clinking in…
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