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

Shopping Centre
Monday, 09 November 2020 17:12

Shopping Centre

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Shopping Centre words and image by Rebecca Samura I know it scared you every time our eyes lit up.Little hands reaching for shiny plastic and colourful lights. Can we get it?It hurts you to say no. Others looked on, watching the show. Your self doubts, magnified by what you thought,…
It was 1915 (Grandad began)
Friday, 06 November 2020 12:58

It was 1915 (Grandad began)

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It was 1915 (Grandad began) by Kevin McCann The French bring these new ladsUp the line: Moroccans was what I heard, only they’re issued Tropical Kit, It’s November, cold as Hell, So come morning they’ve all frozenSolid, row after row of dark grey Corpses and every one of them grinning…
Coal Monologues
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Monday, 02 November 2020 10:43

Coal Monologues

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Coal Monologues by Willie Hershaw 1) Brother James I received the Abbot’s ordersinby the big pink house:“Yoke Joseph and Mary, to an oxen cart - take shovels, creels.Wrap up - it’s wet and marshy with few paths.Go roughly east for around six miles,keep to the right of the hills.You’ll see…
O Jeremy Corbyn
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 31 October 2020 12:04

O Jeremy Corbyn

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O Jeremy Corbyn by Alistair Findlay They’re hanging out old Jeremyfor still wearing the gabardinehe wore cleaning up the stablesof the old regime, the flecks of Blairand Browns’ oxen and Campbelland Mandelson still stickingvirulently to its theme, the same shitreeking of malice and the self-servinghypocrisy that so eluded him. See…
The Migrants
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 29 October 2020 10:16

The Migrants

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The Migrants by Martin Rowson In the hot stifling tiny roomThe cold dead eyes blanked Even an iotaOf their torment or their tearsOr their mourning as the dead voice Catechized on quotas,Spoke flatly of the processes,Rules, restrictions, retributions, The penalties compounded by each error,The limits on their movements,The denial of…
Bread and Roses Poetry Award Anthology 2020
Tuesday, 27 October 2020 08:54

Bread and Roses Poetry Award Anthology 2020

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Handbook for 2021 is the judges' selection of 40 entries to the Bread and Roses Poetry Award 2020, including the seven winners. Image above: Martin Rowson. The coronavirus pandemic this year has had a devastating human cost, with over 60,000 lives lost to date. The health crisis has also exposed…
Let's pretend it's butter
Tuesday, 27 October 2020 08:32

Let's pretend it's butter

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Let's pretend it's butter by Sally Flint 'It all starts with stability around access to food.' - Marcus Rashford After the adrenaline rush of not knowing if her card might be declined, a test for economy beans on a week of no 'free school meals'. In her career as a…
Cultural Marxism
Tuesday, 27 October 2020 08:15

Cultural Marxism

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Cultural Marxism by Martin Rowson I met a Cultural MarxistWho took me to Swan Lake"Those swans denote the Class War!"Quoth he. I found his takeCompelling if naive, but nowI'm told it's a disgraceBy a Cultural FascistWho then shot me in the face.
Melrose Abbey ruins
Saturday, 24 October 2020 13:30

Class Register

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Class Register by Alan Sleater The first register I called at Selkirk HighWas, to my incomer’s eyes, a roll callOf the Borders clans, and three hundred years of peace;Armstrong, Douglas, Elliot, Scott,A second-year class, sitting in ordered rows,Like the shields in the entrance hall at Abbotsford. My mother was a…
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