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

a break in the weather: flags, fascism, mourning, and the machinery of capitalism
Saturday, 20 June 2020 08:27

a break in the weather: flags, fascism, mourning, and the machinery of capitalism

Written by
in Poetry
a break in the weather by Fran Lock, with image by Steev Burgess even the dogs, distended with heat. i wanted rain.women with their conscientious shopping washedaway. these mutant brides of hygiene, trendingand aerobic, who tsk my dirty boots in queues.this mineral stutter. gardens stained with bruteoccasion. chalk reproach. hedges…
A World Beater
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Thursday, 18 June 2020 09:50

A World Beater

in Poetry
Written by
 World Beating (or – Boris Johnson's Wet Dream) by Martin Rowson, with image by Martin Gollan I wanna be a World beater, A World beater A World Beater A Woad Botha A Veldt Pouter A White Buddha And a World beater And though I'm just a Wet bleater A Warped…
Notes on a pandemic
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 13 June 2020 15:08

Notes on a pandemic

in Poetry
Written by
Karl Parkinson reads a new video poem on life after the pandemic Notes on a Pandemic was written between March and May 2020, during the lockdown in Dublin. Words: Karl Parkinson. Videography: Images/footage: Dave Lordan & Karl Parkinson. Editing: Karl Parkinson. Music: Epidemic Sounds: Artist: World's Apart by Rannar Sillard.…
Playing Statues
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 13 June 2020 08:52

Playing Statues

in Poetry
Written by
Playing Statues by Martin Rowson Let’s play statues!Stand stock still,Never moving!What a thrill! Never changeAnd never shift,Just stand rock solidLike God’s gift. Never give,Never alter,Never moveTo lift the halter Never apologise,Never explain,Never sayNever again So let’s play statues!Don’t move an inch!All play statues! (Fetch a winch)
Bad magic
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 12 June 2020 09:36

Bad magic

in Poetry
Written by
Bad Magic by Martin Rowson All human beings start out female,The human species started black;It takes some pretty fucked-up magic To turn all of that on its back. All human beings are born as socialBeasts who need to help and shareBut fucked-up wizardry has fucked us Convincing us we mustn't…
Sounds of the Seventies
Thursday, 11 June 2020 10:08

Sounds of the Seventies

Written by
in Poetry
Sounds of the Seventies by Martin Rowson Stumbling out of LockdownLike a 70s British porn starFalling shackled from the wardrobe,Streaky Y-fronts round your ankles,When her old man comes home early because the abattoir's closed down. Opening up the schoolsLike the janitor in "Please Sir!",Kids' heads caught in the railingsAnd bodging…
Balloons
Tuesday, 09 June 2020 13:26

Balloons

Written by
in Poetry
Balloons by Martin Rowson Each night they tied a fresh balloon to A fence post in the field. You could see them from the by-passed old coast road, A bouncing pinprick beyond the nettles Each balloon the same dull colour as The last one, pukish ochre, But each day with…
Handbook for 2021
Tuesday, 09 June 2020 10:55

Handbook for 2021

Written by
in Poetry
Handbook for 2021 by Jane Burn You will open the dowdy curtains to a view of perfect snowYour morning’s wardrobe is a coffin of wool Blissful sun will bleed the trees of iceDusk is a mild lambYou will fall asleep to the sound of gentle rain Today is all your…
All the Swings are Gone
Tuesday, 09 June 2020 09:34

All the Swings are Gone

Written by
in Poetry
Karl Parkinson is a poet and novelist from north inner city Dublin. He is well known for his spoken word performances and videos, like the one at the end of this piece Karl has published a novel, The Blocks (New Binary Press), and two collections of poetry: Litany of the…
Page 3 of 29