One law for the rich........
Written by Martin Gollan
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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
Separate Cells
Written by David Erdos
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David Erdos introduces his new collection of poems, downloadable below. The collection is illustrated by Max Crow Reeves, who also made the image above. Coronic Irrigation: An Introduction by David Erdos If an irritation is seen as something that disturbs The smooth surface, thus came Corona to rub And to…
a break in the weather: flags, fascism, mourning, and the machinery of capitalism
Written by Fran Lock
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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…
I am Road, I am Mother, I am a Better Person Now, I am Failed
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Jane Burn
I am Road, I am Mother, I am a Better Person Now, I am Failed words and image by Jane Burn So I have this ache (suddenly) to run. Don’t go thinking I’m fit, that I flow like a river. I just got sick, sick of the sight of myself,…
All the Swings are Gone
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Karl Parkinson
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…
Plague Songs - It Cures What Ails Ya!
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Martin Rowson
Plague Songs - It Cures What Ails Ya! by Martin Rowson One should not mock the chronic sick,And nor should we mock DominicWhose road-based therapies recall,Damascus-bound, those of St PaulWho was, you lot should be reminded,On a road trip when unblinded.Dom need make no apology!It’s not just opthalmologyThat sees Road…
Darkening
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Steve Pottinger
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
Written by Fran Lock
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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
Written by Hamish Wilson
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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…
The PM's Chief Adviser Addresses His Critics
Written by David Betteridge
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The PM's Chief Adviser Addresses His Critics by David Betteridge, with image by Martin Gollan My eyes are dim, I cannot see.Come wife, come child,and drive with me! To drive at speed on public roadsmay remedy my sight.If not, and we get mangled in a crash,it proves my first assessment…
Canzone to an Underground Flow
Written by Jane Burn
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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…
