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

Happy Brexmas, For Folk's Sake: two poems by Jim Mainland
Friday, 21 December 2018 09:37

Happy Brexmas, For Folk's Sake: two poems by Jim Mainland

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Happy Brexmas by Jim Mainland The turkey’s chlorine-washed bish-boshed well and truly stuffed and there’s no room at the Wetherspoon’s so go give birth in a foodbank, you citizen of nowhere, you queue-jumper you plank! And goodbye wise-guy Magi (we’ve had enough of experts) and, Oi, shepherds, watch your backs…
A hammer ringing out like a Beethoven trumpet
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 17 December 2018 11:28

A hammer ringing out like a Beethoven trumpet

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A hammer ringing out like a Beethoven trumpet by Fred Voss The new young machinist is in lovewith the steel blockhe holds his machinist tool square up against it and liftsthe block with all the muscle in his arms up againstthe lightstreaming through a high machine shop window and sees…
Imagine
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 05 December 2018 22:20

Imagine

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Imagine by Marilyn Francis From St George’s Hillit’s only fifteen minutes by carto the nearest Food Bank.Walking, it’s an hour, or sovia three golf coursesand private roads. A Brotherhood of Man On April Fool’s Day, 1649,the Diggers came, not to turn the world upsidedown,but to cultivate the wasteland, and the…
Guerrilla Gardening
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 05 December 2018 17:25

Guerrilla Gardening

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Guerrilla Gardening by Marilyn Francis It’s gardening day in Parliament SquareCritical Mass and the WOMBLES are thereplanting a shrubbery of grass and weed.In the People's garden at Parliament Square. In the Worker's garden at Parliament Squarethe ghosts of the Diggers and Winstanley are theresilently cheering the proletarian cause.It’s gardening day…
The War Abroad
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 04 December 2018 18:56

Trump's Creed

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Trump's Creed or The Neoliberal Agenda by Kevin N. Jelf They want us allto live in fear!Fear of unemployment,fear of poverty,fear of the foriegner,the migrant and the refugee;especially if they are Muslim. They paint them allas terrorists.They want us to be so scaredwe'll happily give upcherished freedomsin exchange for the…
Ruses and Fuses
Wednesday, 21 November 2018 14:02

Ruses and Fuses

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Fran Lock introduces Ruses and Fuses, her new follow-up collection to Muses and Bruises. There’s something Arlette Farge says, about history being a collision of competing logics, that is applicable here. By which I mean, this is not, in any literal or linear sense, the story of English radicalism. It…
One of These Dead Places
Wednesday, 21 November 2018 13:55

One of These Dead Places

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Peter Raynard introduces the new collection of poems by Jane Burn. How much does history affect individual lives? How much of it is mere backdrop – a news item, a documentary, film, book, etc. you see or read after dinner or before you go to bed? If you are a…
From Aberfan t Grenfell
Wednesday, 21 November 2018 13:45

From Aberfan t Grenfell

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Jonathan Edwards presents the title poem from the new collection by Mike Jenkins, illustrated with images by Alan Perry, and introduces the collection. From Aberfan t Grenfell by Mike Jenkins When I seen tha fireblazin through-a flatslike they woz wax,I thought o Pantglaschildren an teachers,graves of rubble an sludge. When…
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