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

Dirty word
Monday, 14 May 2018 13:42

Dirty word

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On  Friday 25th May, Irish citizens will vote in a referendum on abortion rights. Dirty Word by Susan Millar DuMars The first three fourths are fine.The listening ear of cthe deep bowl of ucurved bridge n; but thenthe tiny crucifix at tail end tips usaway from rounded lipsto a sound…
Windrush: a reckoning
Wednesday, 09 May 2018 21:22

Windrush: a reckoning

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Windrush: a reckoning  by Chris Norris  On 18 October 2017, Wilson was detained at the Wolverhampton Home Office reporting centre where she had been reporting on a fortnightly basis since August 2015. She was put in a vehicle that reminded her of a ‘meat van’, because it had no windows,…
The beauty and usefulness of poetry: Teeside International Poetry Festival
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 01 May 2018 22:16

The beauty and usefulness of poetry: Teeside International Poetry Festival

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Mike Quille praises the 'subversive internationalism' of the 2018 Teeside International Poetry Festival, and presents some of the poems performed there. 250 years ago, Middlesbrough-born James Cook set sail on one of history’s iconic imperialist journeys. It was a voyage which extended scientific, geographical and cultural knowledge of other peoples.…
Eye of the Needle
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 21 April 2018 19:15

Eye of the Needle

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Eye of the Needle by Ira Lightman Camels shouldn't vote for death.They needn't die at Christmas.On the 25th, Christ's birthis the defeat of Adam's cursewhich was death. The rich make human life ridiculous and cold on our visit to Bath.We particularly notice,much more than in the North East, in Bath…
These Hands
Thursday, 19 April 2018 07:25

These Hands

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Jon Tait has sent in this prosepoem in response to The Things Our Hands Once Stood For, by Martin Hayes. These Hands by Jon Tait The lines of hands get blackened by oil and dirt and produce a map of work, of chipped nails and grime and honest graft, of…
Doodgeskiet: In memory of Chris Hani
Saturday, 14 April 2018 19:32

Doodgeskiet: In memory of Chris Hani

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It is twenty-five years this month since the assassination of Chris Hani, general secretary of the South African Communist Party and chief of staff of Umkhonto we Sizwe. Hani was also Mandela’s de facto deputy; his murder opened the way to the disappointments and betrayals of Thabo Mbeki and Joseph…
More important than Elvis's comb
Saturday, 14 April 2018 18:08

More important than Elvis's comb

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Fred Voss sent in the following poem after reading the new collection by Martin Hayes, The Things Our Hands Once Stood For, published by Culture Matters and available here. More important than Elvis's comb by Fred Voss What is more importantthan a cheap blue linoleum kitchen table in a little…
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