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

On the Up
Friday, 16 June 2017 13:51

On the Up

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On The Up by Paul Dovey He was on the up,He knew what to say, voted the right way,And he kept the report buried,In the time capsule under his desk,The hermetically sealed preservation of the old order. The area was on the up,Shopping centres and investors,The supersonic property boom,Legacy tenants…
 Zoë Kravitz
Thursday, 08 June 2017 13:56

Staring Back

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Staring Back by Manash Firaq Bhattarcharjee The eye you see is notan eye because you see it;it is an eye because it sees you.~ Antonio Machado, ‘Proverbs and Songs’ You stare at her body. You don’t seeHer eyes seeing you. Her body is a blind mannequinOf desire. When she moves,…
Source: Leon Farrell/Photocall Ireland
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 03 June 2017 18:45

An Irish Politician Speaks

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An Irish Politician Speaks by Kathryn Keane Of course what you're doingis phenomenal, I've no doubt aboutthat, and I'll stay safely behind youevery step of the way.And of course it's a fine cause,something we should all besupporting, and all it needsis someone just like youto lead the way and someone…
Mud
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 03 June 2017 08:29

Mud

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Mud       by Susan Millar DuMars  You did right to stay put. We admire you.  You, with your gun and your country. Your children squat in the mud they were made from. We want to help you. Those who ran, are still running, they’re not noble.  Not solid. They flit and…
At Shannon
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 27 May 2017 15:44

At Shannon

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At Shannon by James Martyn Joyce The black man wielding the bottle of Tia Maria and the chocolates,Padding to the checkout, is the full-stop that makes him look,Makes him see the others:Uniformed ants feeding through the shelves,Aran sweaters and golfing hats clasped to their sand-brown chests,Multiples of vodka clinking in…
Ballade upon 'Warts and All'
Wednesday, 03 May 2017 21:17

Ballade upon 'Warts and All'

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Ballade upon ‘Warts and all’ by Rip Bulkeley Only the old world could providethe means by which to reach the new,wreck timbers soiled by the tideof history which a stumbling crewhave cobbled for a rough canoe,then launched with hope for all our sakesdespite the fact, which they well knew,that politicians…
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