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

Amnesia of the Asylum-seeker
Friday, 04 December 2020 14:35

Amnesia of the Asylum-seeker

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Amnesia of the Asylum-seeker by Leah Fleetwood Who we were back then, it’s hard to recall:lawyers, actors, fruit-sellers at a stall;street-singers, clerics, or newssheet writers?How were we seen – kowtowers or fighters?Your need to process us is fair and no surprise – to thresh the facts from what you think…
2020
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 03 December 2020 14:57

2020

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2020 by Tom Hubbard Cardboard covers the flesh in a smitten street,While, immunised from sudden empathy,Flesh covers pasteboard as high chancers greetDank festivals of mediocrity.Their very bodies crust into a mask,And those who hark at them are marionettesOf paper that absorbs, who scarce will ask,And take no thought for future…
See what life is like: an interview with Dorothy Spencer
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 26 November 2020 10:45

See what life is like: an interview with Dorothy Spencer

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Fran Lock interviews Dorothy Spencer, an editor at Lumpen journal, writer, poet and mental health worker. Her first collection, See What Life is Like was published by Lumpen this year. Her writing explores everyday tragedies; addiction, love, loneliness, and the absurd banality of late consumer capitalism. Hi Dorothy, and thanks…
Naked under 10,000-watt lightbulbs
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 25 November 2020 09:50

Naked under 10,000-watt lightbulbs

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Naked under 10,000-watt lightbulbs by Fred Voss We machinistsare lucky to have our machinesmachine handles we can grab when we are lonely green steel machine sides we can hide behind when we feel guilty or ashamedsteel machine tables we can drop 100-pound machinist vises onto and green steel machine headswe…
What is Present: History, by John Berger
Tuesday, 17 November 2020 10:29

What is Present: History, by John Berger

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David Betteridge writes about the poem 'History' What interests me about the existence of archives is that you enter the past which is as it were in the present tense. And so it’s another way of people who lived in the past who perhaps are still living or perhaps are…
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,…
Coal Monologues
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…
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