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

Canticle of the Sun: for the Feast of St. Francis
Friday, 04 October 2019 14:21

Canticle of the Sun: for the Feast of St. Francis

Written by
in Poetry
Canticle of the Sun for the feast of St. Francis, 4 October by Fran Lock And what if we should feel like singing? Liftour undefended faces to the light, and catcha discredited tongue, gold and fleet in upper air. Hey, you up there! To you a reeling blessing;love’s honeyed physic,…
National Poetry Day: Re-union
Thursday, 03 October 2019 08:47

National Poetry Day: Re-union

Written by
in Poetry
re-union / night at the museum(the wallaw, blyth.) by Paul Summerswith images by Chris Killip 'spoons' is stowed;its crowded bara wedge of thirst,an eager slick of growing agitation,blunt confluence of unhealed wounds,a tumour of attrition, a smudged tattoo whose tattered edgesrelish in contagion.we worship at the altar of the cut-price…
National Poetry Day: Homobonus in Primark
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 02 October 2019 10:41

National Poetry Day: Homobonus in Primark

in Poetry
Written by
Homobonus in Primark by Fran Lock where will it end? the long-sleeve t-shirts sleep, all folded over themselves like bats. black lycra’s pirate sinew stretched to slack. and tubes of ruined wool relax and lose their shape. sleeves wear the gape of empty snakes. disfigured fabrics frayed in heaps. a…
National Poetry Day: Fingered
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 02 October 2019 10:27

National Poetry Day: Fingered

in Poetry
Written by
Fingered By Nadia Drews He put two fingers upNicotine-tippedA little prickSnickeringBalls barely droppedHawking up snot to spit cockinessChock-full of spunkTickling mid-airTeasing the pleasure from his waiting matesTaking the piss, fake masturbatingGrinning a tongue-flicking grinEar to earStretched clear to the sideLike knicker elastic, leg lifted leering wide-eyedHis mates hissing ‘You lie’He…
National Poetry Day: Raptures and Captures
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 02 October 2019 09:03

National Poetry Day: Raptures and Captures

in Poetry
Written by
Fran Lock introduces Raptures and Captures, her latest book of poetry, which follows on from Muses and Bruises and Ruses and Fuses. ‘Keep your mind in Hell and despair not.’ It’s a stern injunction. It is also a radical one. Saint Silouan, we’re told, struggled against demons. Specifically, he struggled…
Capitalism
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 29 September 2019 20:52

National Poetry Day: Futures in Finance

in Poetry
Written by
Futures in Finance by Steve Griffiths Shapes occur in this gamewith no guiding hand to form them -new behaviours and patternsthat morph and self-replicate.Something’s knitting on its own:simple action into unpredictablecomplexity, breeding an impetusmore powerful than anythingyou could intend. The ripple has its endbeyond imagined competence;where unrestrainedthe market’s every variablemultiplies…
National Poetry Day: In Union
Friday, 27 September 2019 12:49

National Poetry Day: In Union

Written by
in Poetry
In Union by Sally Flint i.m. Bob CrowBorn in reach of the London Minthe watched men make money –got to know the value of working daysas families were transported from slumsand shared bathrooms to fieldsand forests which seemed the other side of the world. Coming home was the only way.His…
Unloveable labour
Thursday, 26 September 2019 20:55

National Poetry Day: Glomar

Written by
in Poetry
Glomar by Fran Lock i the city comes in waves. poor worker bee, it’s clinical now, an ideal doom, the sleepy grief of airports. tried to stay in motion. walk around, not-shopping. coffee. millimetric sips. is slow embalming, boils the tongue, both fidgety and numb. carousels and carousels and paperbacks.…
Workers
Tuesday, 24 September 2019 07:43

National Poetry Day: Hammer Blow and Heartbeat

Written by
in Poetry
Hammer Blow and Heartbeat by Fred Voss I remembered how clean the church was when I was 10 the altar where the minister poured the blood of Christ into shiny silver chalice the calm manicured fingernails of the congregation in their spotless Sunday clothes kneeling to God above now I…
The Mansard Roof
Friday, 20 September 2019 08:21

Climate Strike: The Big House

Written by
in Poetry
The Big House by Sally Flint (for PH and ZM) This is the house we want to live in,with multiple windows and shutters.A veranda to absorb sunsets,gardens that tumble to a golden beach. This is the house we want to share,with bright stucco walls;a doorbell that repeats Clare de la…
Page 3 of 22