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

Sounds of the Seventies
Thursday, 11 June 2020 10:08

Sounds of the Seventies

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Sounds of the Seventies by Martin Rowson Stumbling out of LockdownLike a 70s British porn starFalling shackled from the wardrobe,Streaky Y-fronts round your ankles,When her old man comes home early because the abattoir's closed down. Opening up the schoolsLike the janitor in "Please Sir!",Kids' heads caught in the railingsAnd bodging…
Balloons
Tuesday, 09 June 2020 13:26

Balloons

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Balloons by Martin Rowson Each night they tied a fresh balloon to A fence post in the field. You could see them from the by-passed old coast road, A bouncing pinprick beyond the nettles Each balloon the same dull colour as The last one, pukish ochre, But each day with…
Handbook for 2021
Tuesday, 09 June 2020 10:55

Handbook for 2021

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Handbook for 2021 by Jane Burn You will open the dowdy curtains to a view of perfect snowYour morning’s wardrobe is a coffin of wool Blissful sun will bleed the trees of iceDusk is a mild lambYou will fall asleep to the sound of gentle rain Today is all your…
All the Swings are Gone
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 09 June 2020 09:34

All the Swings are Gone

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Karl Parkinson is a poet and novelist from north inner city Dublin. He is well known for his spoken word performances and videos, like the one at the end of this piece Karl has published a novel, The Blocks (New Binary Press), and two collections of poetry: Litany of the…
Guard your stash
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 04 June 2020 09:54

Guard your stash

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Guard your Stash by Martin Rowson Guard your stashGuard your stashThough your mouth's a toothless gashLike the slits in all those throats which you have secretly had slashedGuard your stash Guard your stashGuard your stashThough your ponytail's panacheWas, despite a certain brashness, thrown away with last year's trashGuard your stash…
I can't breathe
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 03 June 2020 20:20

I can't breathe

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I Can’t Breathe by Joan Jobe Smith Voss I can’t breathe.The smoke from the pyre burning me alivebecause my name is Joan in Rouen chokes me.Othello smothers me with a pillow.Bill Sykes bludgeons me with his walkingstick till I fall to the floor, face down in Dickens dust.Jack the Ripper…
A review of Almarks
Monday, 01 June 2020 13:55

A review of Almarks

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Sheenagh Pugh reviews a recent poetry anthology from Culture Matters Off Skyros at midnightThe heads of the little drowned childrenGently knock against the hulls of the yachts. - Stuart Hannay This is an anthology of radical poems from living poets in Shetland, which at once raises the question of “what’s…
Darkening
Monday, 01 June 2020 07:56

Darkening

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Darkening by Steve Pottinger for george under a darkening skywe sit round a log fireout there cities are burningthe planet is burning and i can’t breathe out there people are dyingin hospitals in care homesalone in bedsits with the kneeof a cop pressed into their neck and i can’t breathe…
breath
Sunday, 31 May 2020 17:04

breath

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breath by Fran Lock, with image by Martin Gollan inside this symmetrical fiction of skins, we do not courtthe carnivore attentions of a cop with eyes like bullicanteglass. we do not wear our reservoirs. we do not bear ourfreight of names upon the face; find a dirty jest of us…
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