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

Thursday, 01 October 2020 13:19

Demolition

Written by Annette Skade

in Poetry

Demolition by Annette Marie Skade Before they were demolished the tennies were rough,drug dealers on the stairwells mopped by the women,rubbish tipped down chutes to the rats on the bins,bonfires on the tarmac between the blocks. A toddlerdressed like a doll in a fun-fur jacket, pokes a stick into a…

Liverpool tenements

Thursday, 01 October 2020 11:41

Form and Content

Written by Martin Rowson

in Poetry

Form and Content by Martin Rowson Today is National Poetry Day, so I must now informThe World that she whom I adore, she who keeps me warm,Hates my verse, abhors my rhymes, thinks my scansion gorm-Less.My love, alas, approves the content but deplores the form. What I see as a…

National Poetry Day

Wednesday, 30 September 2020 08:47

again and again they kill him

Written by Fran Lock

in Poetry

again and again they kill him by Fran Lock, with image by Martin Gollan even now there are places where a thought might shrink –a mind worked out and thwart with waltzy boozing, hotwith speed, still wearing all its frenzy on its sleeve. to breathethis bitter vigilance undone. abused, becalmed,…

Johnson

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 23 September 2020 16:45

'Poetry is a rival government': the poetry of William Carlos Wiliams

in Poetry

Written by Ciaran O Rourke

Ciarán O'Rourke writes about the thoroughly politicised, internationalist and anti-fascist poetry of William Carlos Williams “Mourn O Ye Angels of the Left Wing!”, Allen Ginsberg exclaimed in 1963, following the death of William Carlos Williams: “that the poet / of the streets is a skeleton under the pavement now”. The…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 21 September 2020 06:53

Homage to Henry Kissinger

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Written by Kevin Higgins

Homage to Henry Kissinger by Kevin Higgins When Henry Kissinger again fails to die: Another tree in the Central Highlands loses all its leaves A girl sits on a visiting diplomat’s lap Someone organises a Nelson Rockefeller lookalike party Which Henry Kissinger attends An election result somewhere is declared null…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 20 September 2020 07:21

Working-class poetics and heeding the 'cry of the poor'

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Written by Fran Lock

Fran Lock writes about our potential to develop and publish a new kind of poetics, where solidarity and community can be fostered in moments of lyrical, dialectical tenderness. Above image by Imtiaz Dharker, from Witches, Warriors and Workers We are living through a strange and difficult time for poetry; for…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 15 September 2020 12:17

The Burden of Ownership

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Written by Jenny Mitchell

The Burden of Ownership by Jenny Mitchell He measures cost in body parts. A head paysfor a month of food; two eyes a week of drink.Christmas adds a throat. Carved out with carethe neck still holds a yoke if the chin is firmweight evenly proportioned. Four breasts pay for his…

Tuesday, 15 September 2020 12:17

Run on the food bank

Written by Mick O Sullivan

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Run on the food bank by Mick O'Sullivan Unwanted crumbs are swept here, for today’s bumper giveaway. Proud feathers ruffle 'midst flap and kerfuffle.Heads turn sharp, nervously taut,unblinking eyes flash then stare.Any grub is grabbed eagerly, greedily;constantly they struggle to live - or die. Edgily restive, unwilling to linger,dumbly clutching…

Tuesday, 15 September 2020 08:36

The Rule of Law

Written by Martin Rowson

in Poetry

The Rule of Law words and image by Martin Rowson "Boris" has fucked The Rule of Law!And what's in there not to adore?Now we can batter down his doorAnd piss upon his parquet floor,Steal everything he's got, and more,Then sock the fucker on the jawAnd he can't even call The…

Monday, 14 September 2020 09:19

Moonshot Haiku and Impressions of a Curate's Egg

Written by Laura Taylor

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Moonshot haiku by Laura Taylor Moonshot ambition; bukkake for the nation. Pass the flannel, please. Impressions of a Curate's Egg by Laura Taylor It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It didn't miss a trick of the Spring bells and yellows, marigold's bloom. Sitting in…

Monday, 14 September 2020 08:02

She Died Alone

Written by Mike Jenkins

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She Died Alone by Mike Jenkins She died there in hospital,no husband, Sissy, daughter Ingridno church kin around herand at her funeral of regulation 10her own Lusamba saw the coffinand could not imagine her within. She was a mother to everyonewho was blown into Victoria stationlost for food or direction,took…

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