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

Culture Matters presents: the launch of Cry of the Poor
Tuesday, 07 September 2021 15:27

Culture Matters presents: the launch of Cry of the Poor

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'Whoever has will be given more; whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them.' – Matthew 25:29 We need to change the system. We need to overthrow, not the government [...] but this rotten, decadent, putrid industrial capitalist system which breeds such suffering – Dorothy…
Anthropocaust
Monday, 06 September 2021 10:12

Anthropocaust

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Anthropocaust by Rip Bulkeley Cassandra never smiled. Devastation,though future for others, was her constantreality. En route to the death campspeople were still together, had luggage,and could try to look forward. Even afterbeing stripped and selected, there mayhave been distractions, conversation;but oven fodder did not smile. Our delusions are the disgracefulmystery…
Monday, 06 September 2021 09:37

My body is not your soapbox

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My body is not your soapbox by Cheryl Vail you are not the arbiter of my curve appealthe constable ticketing the lack of a gap between thighsor the angle of sharp elbows my orifices are not your sink holesyou’re not the border agent stationed at my labia you’re not the…
The Neo-colonialist Dreams
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 29 August 2021 21:42

The Neo-colonialist Dreams

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The Neo-colonialist Dreams by Kevin Higgins Of moving the horn of Africa to the same time zone as Wisconsin. Of teaching Somalishow to properly appreciate cheese.Of surgeons named Nathaniel or Chadoffering the women of Kandaharthe right to choose for themselvesa different face for every occasion. The inalienable right to drive…
Afghan Ali
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 28 August 2021 06:47

Afghan Ali

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Afghan Ali – courier call sign CH Four-Three-Eight by Martin Hayes he lays flatbreads over a bare gas flame in a shared kitchen above a Spar in Walthamstowfilling them with dreams that their mother used to fill them with betterbefore she lost her head to the Aegean Seahis son makes…
A Plaint
Monday, 16 August 2021 07:56

A Plaint

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A Plaint by Christopher Norris You’re a bit of a dud, Mr Starmer,And you’re letting us down, I fear.No, we’re not looking out for a charmer,Or a fun guy to tickle our ear,Or a home-grown Barack Obama,Or a BoJo to bring us fake cheer.For we’ll happily skip the high dramaWith…
Slave Trade, by George Morland
Sunday, 15 August 2021 13:21

Black Rapunzel

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Black Rapunzel by Jenny Mitchell Family gathers in these plaits,each parting like a grave for people forced to work the cane, colour of my scalp,sun beating on their crowns. I’ll twist the strands into a rope, de-colonising hair, a diaspora wending back to help the ones in chains escape the…
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