Refugee Eftir Edwin Muir by Jim Mainland A’m fled trow laand, owre sea, smoored laand an sea, my hame a blüdied knock-soe, a rönnie o stanes, an... Continue reading
Igh Sheriff o Merthyr by Mike Jenkins Ee wuz off of is trolley,shoutin in-a middle o Penderyn Squarelike ee woz a Town Crier. Ee ad all the... Continue reading
‘Artists are the gatekeepers of truth’ said Paul Robeson. As a playwright I have to write this: Never mind the bollocks, “God Save the Queen” and all... Continue reading
Militant by John Short If he surrendered nowhow would he fill the void?Never the kind to retireround glittering pools,world injustice keeps himpermanently afloat. I chanced upon him... Continue reading
Biscuit Factory by John Short This expanse of sprawling madnessand disinfected squalorfor a product no one really needs. The thunderous megalomaniaof machinery means action,dismissing tinnitus as collateral.Sad... Continue reading
rue by Fran Lock, with image above by kennardphillips after the acrostic Floral Tribute, by Simon Armitage heave, between the balms and banes, the hoods, the wryts, the... Continue reading
The Netflix documentary Trainwreck: Woodstock ’99 was most decidedly a depiction of a catastrophe. Watching the concert progress (or regress) from excitement to disaster was a spine-chilling experience. Over... Continue reading
the limits of (my) sympathy by Fran Lock, with image above by kennardphillips exhorted to remember her humanity, as if humanity itself were some vaguely miraculous quality,... Continue reading
The Day and The Hour by David Betteridge One: What distinguishes the worst of architects from the bestof bees is this: that the architects raise their structuresin... Continue reading
As I started planning this column the temperature outside was 35 °C, and the surrounding fields like tinder. I had been in Cambridgeshire less than a week.... Continue reading