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

My Blood
Thursday, 10 October 2019 08:33

My Blood

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My blood by Sutputra Radheye poets are sleepingwith flowers in gardens across brothelswhen the rest of the city-crumbles like pieces of breadfalling in the fire of communalism. Their beds are warm like their fleshas the scandalous lips wear their skin dragging their words to the climax junctionof neon sigh-sparkling impotency.…
A Very Northern Inheritance
Thursday, 10 October 2019 08:23

A Very Northern Inheritance

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A Very Northern Inheritance by Linda Burnett An agony of worker aunts passed martyrdom along the female line. Each rivulet of steam and sweat, reamed achingly from unsung toil, puddled in the gene pool of the North. Eyes halfway to heaven, anchored by a hyphenated mouth, traced blueprints for our…
An Unannounced Inspection
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 08 October 2019 15:25

An Unannounced Inspection

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An Unannounced Inspection by Raymond Miller and the royals are in for questions, under threatof Special Measures. The Household Cavalryshake and spray on popular street corners,then watch the kettles boil, before they burrowunder cover to bugger those who wished a burkhamade Her Highness less familiar. Miss Camilla has been cautioned…
Canticle of the Sun: for the Feast of St. Francis
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 04 October 2019 14:21

Canticle of the Sun: for the Feast of St. Francis

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Canticle of the Sun for the feast of St. Francis, 4 October by Fran Lock And what if we should feel like singing? Liftour undefended faces to the light, and catcha discredited tongue, gold and fleet in upper air. Hey, you up there! To you a reeling blessing;love’s honeyed physic,…
National Poetry Day: Re-union
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 03 October 2019 08:47

National Poetry Day: Re-union

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re-union / night at the museum(the wallaw, blyth.) by Paul Summerswith images by Chris Killip 'spoons' is stowed;its crowded bara wedge of thirst,an eager slick of growing agitation,blunt confluence of unhealed wounds,a tumour of attrition, a smudged tattoo whose tattered edgesrelish in contagion.we worship at the altar of the cut-price…
National Poetry Day: Homobonus in Primark
Wednesday, 02 October 2019 10:41

National Poetry Day: Homobonus in Primark

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Homobonus in Primark by Fran Lock where will it end? the long-sleeve t-shirts sleep, all folded over themselves like bats. black lycra’s pirate sinew stretched to slack. and tubes of ruined wool relax and lose their shape. sleeves wear the gape of empty snakes. disfigured fabrics frayed in heaps. a…
National Poetry Day: Fingered
Wednesday, 02 October 2019 10:27

National Poetry Day: Fingered

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Fingered By Nadia Drews He put two fingers upNicotine-tippedA little prickSnickeringBalls barely droppedHawking up snot to spit cockinessChock-full of spunkTickling mid-airTeasing the pleasure from his waiting matesTaking the piss, fake masturbatingGrinning a tongue-flicking grinEar to earStretched clear to the sideLike knicker elastic, leg lifted leering wide-eyedHis mates hissing ‘You lie’He…
National Poetry Day: Raptures and Captures
Wednesday, 02 October 2019 09:03

National Poetry Day: Raptures and Captures

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Fran Lock introduces Raptures and Captures, her latest book of poetry, which follows on from Muses and Bruises and Ruses and Fuses. ‘Keep your mind in Hell and despair not.’ It’s a stern injunction. It is also a radical one. Saint Silouan, we’re told, struggled against demons. Specifically, he struggled…
Capitalism
Sunday, 29 September 2019 20:52

National Poetry Day: Futures in Finance

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Futures in Finance by Steve Griffiths Shapes occur in this gamewith no guiding hand to form them -new behaviours and patternsthat morph and self-replicate.Something’s knitting on its own:simple action into unpredictablecomplexity, breeding an impetusmore powerful than anythingyou could intend. The ripple has its endbeyond imagined competence;where unrestrainedthe market’s every variablemultiplies…
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