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 review of Almarks
Monday, 01 June 2020 13:55

A review of Almarks

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Sheenagh Pugh reviews a recent poetry anthology from Culture Matters Off Skyros at midnightThe heads of the little drowned childrenGently knock against the hulls of the yachts. - Stuart Hannay This is an anthology of radical poems from living poets in Shetland, which at once raises the question of “what’s…
Darkening
Monday, 01 June 2020 07:56

Darkening

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Darkening by Steve Pottinger for george under a darkening skywe sit round a log fireout there cities are burningthe planet is burning and i can’t breathe out there people are dyingin hospitals in care homesalone in bedsits with the kneeof a cop pressed into their neck and i can’t breathe…
breath
Sunday, 31 May 2020 17:04

breath

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breath by Fran Lock, with image by Martin Gollan inside this symmetrical fiction of skins, we do not courtthe carnivore attentions of a cop with eyes like bullicanteglass. we do not wear our reservoirs. we do not bear ourfreight of names upon the face; find a dirty jest of us…
The Last Hurrah
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Sunday, 31 May 2020 11:55

The Last Hurrah

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The Last Hurrah by Hamish Wilson In thanks, we gave our NHS a clap,banged saucepans, hooted, whistled, strummed and sang,gave glad hands for heroes, joyful urban rapwith wartime spirit - UK’s Crazy Gang. Next Thursday, we give it up for silence,as other hands go on, will never stop,working to the…
'Vulnerable'
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Wednesday, 27 May 2020 14:23

'Vulnerable'

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"Vulnerable" by Fran Lock for Dominic Cummings In the not quite kiltered momentsjust before morning makes disorderof the rec, I grind my teeth on you.No Classic sweet alas. No hyacinthshere, private and wild. No wood. Or,only the mongrel copse completewith mottled pong of piss and dog,between the railway track and…
The incredible excuses of Dominic Cummings
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Tuesday, 26 May 2020 16:50

The incredible excuses of Dominic Cummings

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The incredible excuses of Dominic Cummings by Steve Pottinger The dog ate my homework.I did not have sexual relations with that band, ABBA.The dog is called Fido, er… Tyson, er… Boris, no… Dog.Your homework is in the cat.My wife has always known me as Barnard.I do not recognise that allegation.I…
Cummings and Goings
Tuesday, 26 May 2020 07:54

Cummings and Goings

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Cummings and Goings by David Erdos Would Hitler have dumped Eva Braun?He needed her slavish concession. The analogy in the UK is that HitlerIsn’t even the one who’s PM. No, our bloated blonde Eva backgroundsBy constructing a 3D photocopyOf presence, while his slick shadowIs sliming, and staining our day For…
Canzone to an Underground Flow
Friday, 22 May 2020 17:29

Canzone to an Underground Flow

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Canzone to an Underground Flow by Jane Burn There is a river underfoot. The road bearsabove it, thickly set. Every while, a squareof red-iron drain, skidded worn – pinned below spinsof tready-rubber, spin wheel repetitions.Blinkered to the water’s secret flow, they lietheir metal eyes, choosing the upwards pale sky,its woeful…
Red Biddy
Thursday, 21 May 2020 16:46

Red Biddy

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Red Biddy by Fran Lock red biddy, noun, a mixture of cheap wine and methylated spirits. biddy, noun, of unknown origin; probably influenced by the use of biddy denoting an Irish maidservant, from Biddy, pet form of the given name Bridget . ‘All you young people now take my advice…
Super-spreaders
Saturday, 16 May 2020 09:29

Super-spreaders

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Super-Spreaders by Mark Kirkbride Contagion wants to shake your hand. Now you’re ‘it’ and you don’t even know it. When everyone else could see it coming, the Prime Minister dismissed it. With more time to prepare than most around the world, he squandered it all, sleep-walking into disasterwith missed COBRA…
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