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

Two poems by Andy Croft
Wednesday, 08 August 2018 10:00

Two poems by Andy Croft

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archy says hooray by Andy Croft boss i have heardsome human beans thinkhungry and homeless peopleare like cockroaches iam flattered at last some humans beans feelsorry for us poor insectshooray there is hope for some human beans after all either that or thehuman beans who think hungry and homeless people…
Cometh the hour, cometh the Dame
Wednesday, 08 August 2018 08:49

Cometh the hour, cometh the Dame

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Cometh the hour, cometh the Dameafter John Cooper Clarke by Kevin Higgins the fucking dame is fucking furious and not fucking having itfucking up is fucking downfucking in is fucking outfucking master is fucking slavefucking Palestine is fucking neverfucking Goliath is fucking Davidfucking catapult is fucking atom bombthe fucking wall…
The Glass Collector
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 03 August 2018 10:12

The Glass Collector

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Glass collector by Steve Pottinger Let us sing of the mouse-quiet collectorof glasses, clearer of plates, wiper of tables, he who returns sauce bottles to their allotted place on the worktophe who takes no space at allasks no space at allwho is seventeenwho will surprise you by butting into your…
Interrogation
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 31 July 2018 18:31

They Trespass Against Us

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They Trespass Against Us by Rita Ann Higgins The memo said,get them out of that bed,Make Lazarus out of the lot of them.By the head or the knee,a puck in the back,a knuckle in the nuts,a sweeping ankle throw,but no bruises.They trespass against us. Minimum force at all times,except at…
Durham Miners' Gala 2018
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 14 July 2018 20:45

Durham Miners' Gala 2018

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Gala Day, Durham Miners by Jane Burn At eight-fifteen, the band stands up in regimented lines.July, before the schools break – the morning lull brokenby the stray parp of tuning notes, loud and suddenthrough nets ghosting open windows. It’s a signalto get up, throw cardigans over nighties, join the exodusof…
first amongst monsters: Trump comes to Britain
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 09 July 2018 21:58

first amongst monsters: Trump comes to Britain

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Fran Lock responds to Trump's visit, in prose and in verse. See here for some of the ways President Trump has described immigrants. I laughed until I cried I don’t find Trump funny anymore. I used to. Or rather, I used to laugh at him, which is not quite the…
The Match
Thursday, 05 July 2018 17:04

The Match

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The Match by Helen Burke Because ok lets face itLife is a match.You know it and I know it,And where you sit depends how it goes,And – you never get to pick your own team,And so much depends on the colours of your scarf.(None of this is by choice –…
Capitalism Aggressive, At Its Best
Monday, 25 June 2018 12:49

Capitalism Aggressive, At Its Best

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Capitalism Aggressive, At Its Best by David Susswein   the sales are at the pitmine the sales are in the minds of the working class told to work for dignity the sales are in the cleaner scrubbing floors her betters have dirtied   the sales are in the minds of…
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