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

Almarks: Radical Poetry from Shetland
Saturday, 09 May 2020 12:28

Almarks: Radical Poetry from Shetland

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Jim Mainland introduces a new anthology of radical poetry from Culture Matters What is radical poetry? And can it change anything? The poems in ‘Almarks’ are radical in different ways. Some are explicitly political in content, while others are more indirectly observational and personal. Some are radical in style and…
VE Day: Why they give you medals
Thursday, 07 May 2020 12:43

VE Day: Why they give you medals

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 Why they give you medals For B.L., who sent his back to the palace, stating 'I didn't fight for you'. by Fran Lock, with Unlovable Labour image above by Steev Burgess So they can keep the bloody colonies.So they can dress the slums in bunting.So they can rewrite you, as…
VE Day
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 07 May 2020 11:24

VE Day

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VE Day by Paul Francis, with image by Laura Moore After it’s over, time to pause for breath.It takes some working out, the “what comes next?”The grim familiarity with deathcan not be cancelled with some pious textand we don’t want to end up like before. Yes, it was give and…
Graces
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 06 May 2020 22:08

Graces

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Graces by P. W. Bridgman In the dying light, as the moon drifts fully behind the casement’s edge, Ted and Grace’s little one drifts too: from a fitful wakefulness,at last and finally to a placid sleep. Somnolence settles upon him like a blessing, like a light snowfall, like the blanket’s…
Numbers
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 06 May 2020 08:39

Numbers

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numbers by Steve Pottinger this morning(one dressing-gown, two pockets, missing belt) standing on the back doorstep(cuppa, four sugars, first fag of the day) she’s thinking about numbers(two blackbirds, three wood pigeon, one wren) dry mouth, heart pitter-pattering (nineteen to the dozen) the small ones she can handle,(five fence panels, twelve…
Beak Doctors
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 01 May 2020 09:10

Beak Doctors

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Beak Doctors by Alan Morrison We're wandering about by dayKeeping each other at baySome of us wearing face masksCarrying out our daily tasksOf getting some shopping inWithout touching anything -Wiping down the supermarket basketsWith disinfectantLike over-scrupulous neuroticsOr priests polishing communion cups (One wonders if those orange topsWill ever be back…
May Day Greetings from a London garden
Thursday, 30 April 2020 08:03

May Day Greetings from a London garden

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My May Day Call By David Erdos Act One: As We End? SCENE: April 2020, with the day itself as a stage, the writer sits in his garden. He types on an old child-size laptop what he wishes his fellow comrades to hear. He is resolute but concerned and keen…
Tribute Acts
Friday, 17 April 2020 15:48

Tribute Acts

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Tribute Acts by Kevin Higgins Each witch hunt is a tribute act to the last. There is always a committee of three.The gravity in the room is such they struggle to manoeuvre the enormity of their serious faces in the door. Except in the TV version, there is hardly ever…
Anarchy Rules
Friday, 17 April 2020 15:31

Anarchy Rules

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Anarchy Rules by Ray Miller We'll begin at the top -send someone to the loftto shed light on what's dark and spooky,seek out the machinesthat have captured our dreamsand other instruments of cruelty.Let's excise and exposewhat lies under clothesand strip the whole joint naked,so that nothing's intact,let's be ruthless, in…
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