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

Tuesday, 04 May 2021 16:21

The Boy in the Subway

Written by Tony Webb

in Poetry

The Boy in the Subway by Tony Webb I met my wife for breakfast.Futile negotiationsin the bookshop café at the Dylan Thomas Centre.A peaceful haven amongst books and old pictures. I ordered hot chocolate, knowing this would bother her.The cream on my lips and other parts of my facewere bound…

Sunday, 25 April 2021 11:27

Camels and Needles

Written by Rebecca Lowe

in Poetry

Camels and Needles by Rebecca Lowe ‘It is easier for a camel to passThrough the eye of a needleThan for a rich man to enter heaven’… ‘Ah,’ you say,‘But it depends on the size of the needle,It depends on the size of the camel.’ Poverty is relative only for the…

Friday, 23 April 2021 11:08

Invisible

Written by Pamela Thomas

in Poetry

Invisible by Pamela Thomas Cheryl's dog died yesterday, scruffy thing. He made it to fifteen But no-one asked how she was. They never do. So no-one knows It was her fortieth birthday too. No-one knew that either, the usual routine Even if she did say, no one would care she…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 11 April 2021 13:25

Recording of Online Launch of Three Red Poets from Cymru

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Written by Mike Jenkins

On April 13th there was a free online launch of new collections from three Red Poets, all from Cymru. it is available at..... https://us02web.zoom.us/rec/share/WenWgDy1StyKJpDKRYv6DQt0vgsuPwy1_8FDeXcBHyDN6Jnq8DKyRZbdoQMj8KPw.R22tn8uSVkXhXc2A Passcode: wy$9vc!p The three books are all recent publications from Culture Matters. They are Ballad of the Black Domain by Alun Rees, Our Father Eclipse by…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 03 April 2021 16:31

Easter 1916 and Maeve Cavanagh, 'poetess of the revolution'

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Written by Jenny Farrell

Jenny Farrell introduces Maeve Cavanagh and presents one of her poemsLast Easter, we published some poems written by three leaders of the 1916 Easter Rising in Ireland. They were Pádraig Pearse, who wrote the 1916 Proclamation of the Republic, and his comrades and signatories Thomas MacDonagh and James Plunkett, accessing…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 31 March 2021 12:26

Plague Songs

in Poetry

Written by Martin Rowson

In May 2020 the award-winning cartoonist Martin Rowson set himself the challenge of writing a Lockdown Diary in verse. The result is Plague Songs, a unique cycle of furious, bleakly comic and often offensive poems about COVID-19, fiercely inventive and desperately funny. Rowson, who recovered from the virus at the…

K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 25 March 2021 10:56

No Money in the Bank

in Poetry

Written by Samantha Mansi

No Money in the Bank by Samantha Mansi No money in the bank. But how will we pay our bills? No money.The computer algorithmmessed up again. Why won't it let us be?They all sigh, they say Why can't you get a job?I'm doing my childmindingcourse. I'm moving. I'll applyfor care.I…

Saturday, 20 March 2021 21:01

He's Behind You

Written by Sally Flint

in Poetry

He's Behind You by Sally Flint, with image by Martin Gollan My shoes aren't suited for walking fast, home's only minutes away ̶ I'm gripping a door-key in my hand when, out of a gateway, a shifting shadow, taller than me. Is it the man from the bar who lined…

Sarah Everard

Saturday, 20 March 2021 17:40

The Problem We All Live With

Written by Gabriel Rosenstock

in Poetry

Gabriel Rosenstock presents a tanka in Irish and English, written in response to Norman Rockwell's 1964 masterpiece The Problem We All Live With, (above) is bóthar fada échun na scoile, a Rubytóg céim ar céim é bróga is stocaí geala ag lonrú faoin ngréin, 'Ruby a long way to schoola…

BLM Norman Rockwell

Wednesday, 17 March 2021 19:45

Meeting the Irish

Written by Edward Boyne

in Poetry

Meeting the Irish, 1972Connemara by Edward Boyne We were hoovered-up off the known streetsby revving buses nervous in The Coombe,rushed at speed, through drowsy posh estates.It was like a moving quarantine.We had polished the Doc Martensand sharp-shaved the heads.Wore braces for the half-mast jeans,leather jackets, studs, Led Zeppelin tee-shirts.Left behind…

Wednesday, 17 March 2021 14:42

Whose Son Next?

Written by Annie Wright

in Poetry

Whose Son Next? (i.m. Trayvon Martin 26th February 2012) by The Incident A boy’s walking back to his dad’s girlfriend’s place in Sanford, Floridawith a pack of Skittles, can of Arizonaiced tea from the 7-Eleven for his bro, in time for the NBA All-Stars game.Earphones in, he’s chatting to his…

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