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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

Poetry

Conscripted

27 April 2023 / 317

Conscripted by David Betteridge Being human means throwing your life entirelyon the scales of destiny, while rejoicing in every sunny day and every beautiful cloud… – Rosa... Continue reading

David Betteridge

Poetry

Subverting capitalist realism: Ivor Cutler and the cherry blossoms of Glasgow

21 April 2023 / 320

Late in March 2023, I went on a Cherry-blossom Season adventure to Glaschu (Scottish-Gaelic for Glasgow). Some years ago, my Auntie Sandi – or Alexandra Lucky –... Continue reading

Amy K Grandvoinet

Poetry

Sculptor

14 April 2023 / 309

Sculptor by Tom Hubbard They who had chiselled the names and the datesOn the angled and sunken stonesHad themselves died long ago. They sharedThe worn anonymity: memorialisedAnd... Continue reading

Tom Hubbard

Poetry

Someday There Will Be Machine Shops Full Of Roses

11 April 2023 / 466

Nick Moss reviews Fred Voss’s latest book of poetry, available here There is a curiously valedictory tone to some of Fred Voss’s writing here. In fact “valedictory”... Continue reading

Nick Moss

Poetry

Beer Foam Resurrection and The Job I Don’t Get Paid For: two poems by Fred Voss

11 April 2023 / 323

The Job I Don’t Get Paid For by Fred Voss The machine shop manageris taking the new-hire around the shop showing him the machinesand their operators“This is... Continue reading

Fred Voss

Poetry

Your Penance: A Decade In Sales

1 April 2023 / 342

Your Penance: A Decade In Sales* by P. W. Bridgeman I. Hail Mary, full of grace,the Lord is with thee.Blessèd art thou amongst womenand blessèd is the... Continue reading

P. W. Bridgman

Poetry

the screams of the supervisors

1 April 2023 / 300

the screams of the supervisors by Martin Hayes you can’t always decipher what the screams of the supervisors meanso numerous are they sometimes they sound like moos... Continue reading

Martin Hayes

Poetry

Ward 72, Room 21

28 March 2023 / 292

Ward 72, Room 21 by Jim Aitken Through the large hospital windowthere are mountains of grey cloudwhich resemble the state of my lungs. Though happy enough to... Continue reading

Jim Aitken

Poetry

Poetry, labour, and the dream of a General Strike

24 March 2023 / 292

The last – the only – general strike to take place in Britain was in May 1926. The strike was called by the TUC in support of... Continue reading

Fran Lock

Poetry

Bernard’s Good Record

21 March 2023 / 305

Bernard’s Good Record by John Freeman A fairly good record, says the manager. It’s a very good record, Bernard says. Off for two weeks after Christmas this... Continue reading

John Freeman