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

Plague Songs
Wednesday, 31 March 2021 12:26

Plague Songs

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In May 2020 the award-winning cartoonist Martin Rowson set himself the challenge of writing a Lockdown Diary in verse. The result is Plague Songs, a unique cycle of furious, bleakly comic and often offensive poems about COVID-19, fiercely inventive and desperately funny. Rowson, who recovered from the virus at the…
No Money in the Bank
Thursday, 25 March 2021 10:56

No Money in the Bank

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No Money in the Bank by Samantha Mansi No money in the bank. But how will we pay our bills? No money.The computer algorithmmessed up again. Why won't it let us be?They all sigh, they say Why can't you get a job?I'm doing my childmindingcourse. I'm moving. I'll applyfor care.I…
He's Behind You
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 20 March 2021 21:01

He's Behind You

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He's Behind You by Sally Flint, with image by Martin Gollan My shoes aren't suited for walking fast, home's only minutes away ̶ I'm gripping a door-key in my hand when, out of a gateway, a shifting shadow, taller than me. Is it the man from the bar who lined…
The Problem We All Live With
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 20 March 2021 17:40

The Problem We All Live With

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Gabriel Rosenstock presents a tanka in Irish and English, written in response to Norman Rockwell's 1964 masterpiece The Problem We All Live With, (above) is bóthar fada échun na scoile, a Rubytóg céim ar céim é bróga is stocaí geala ag lonrú faoin ngréin, 'Ruby a long way to schoola…
Meeting the Irish
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 17 March 2021 19:45

Meeting the Irish

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Meeting the Irish, 1972Connemara by Edward Boyne We were hoovered-up off the known streetsby revving buses nervous in The Coombe,rushed at speed, through drowsy posh estates.It was like a moving quarantine.We had polished the Doc Martensand sharp-shaved the heads.Wore braces for the half-mast jeans,leather jackets, studs, Led Zeppelin tee-shirts.Left behind…
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 17 March 2021 14:42

Whose Son Next? 

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Whose Son Next? (i.m. Trayvon Martin 26th February 2012) by The Incident A boy’s walking back to his dad’s girlfriend’s place in Sanford, Floridawith a pack of Skittles, can of Arizonaiced tea from the 7-Eleven for his bro, in time for the NBA All-Stars game.Earphones in, he’s chatting to his…
Anonymous Bosch
Thursday, 11 March 2021 17:18

Anonymous Bosch

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The End of Austeritee by Mike Jenkins Cop shop's bin moved outa town,yew ardly ever see 'em around. Library's shifted to-a Leisure Centre:all about footfall, nobuddy goes there. Many Council redundancies 're comin,Old People's Centre an emtee buildin. Mewsic, drama an poetree luxuries in schools,learnin for tests an exams the…
Our Father Eclipse
Thursday, 11 March 2021 17:11

Our Father Eclipse

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Trumpets by Rebecca Lowe And I saw the seven angels which stood before God; and to them were given seven trumpets. (Revelation 8:2) Germany April 4, 2015:A lone girl looks up into the sky:The sound, a metallic groaning,Like somebody put the keys in a rusted ignition. In Bristol, they refer…
A great struggle to set something free: Ox poems
Tuesday, 09 March 2021 09:14

A great struggle to set something free: Ox poems

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Martin Hayes presents 5 poems from Ox, his new collection. All images by Gustavius Payne Ox trust the oxen bought tickets to the annual oxen versus goats football matchwhich though having stellar meaning in the ox and goat worldnevertheless had to be played in a secret locationbecause oxen and goats…
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