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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

I keep forgetting that I live in London

20 July 2021 / 263

I keep forgetting that I live in London by Robert Yates the clientele abusing the computers in the library consist of:hyperactive schoolkids for whom this is a... Continue reading

Robert Yates

Poetry

To George, from Sunny Wigan

25 June 2021 / 330

To George, from Sunny Wigan by Christopher Norris At the back of one of the houses a young woman was kneeling on the stones, poking a stick... Continue reading

mojohand

Poetry

The Highroad Shrine

19 June 2021 / 352

The Highroad Shrine by Ruth Valentine Permit me, this morning, the luxury of despair.The ice has vanished:no skidding cars screeching to take the corner,child in the back... Continue reading

Ruth Valentine

Poetry

Whit?

18 June 2021 / 345

Whit? by Jim Mainland Na, na, na, na, na, hing on a meenit! Du’s sayin if du gies dem lots a money dey gie dee a lucrative... Continue reading

Jim Mainland

Poetry

This most bloody and divisive prime minister: Margaret Thatcher, exploitation and class struggle

18 June 2021 / 465

Fran Lock writes about Thatcher and her legacy. Image above: Steev Burgess Not quite a decade after her death, and already cultural depictions of former British prime... Continue reading

Fran Lock

Poetry

let them eat chips

18 June 2021 / 273

let them eat chips by Julie Easley common sense is cheap these days – just ask the rich they chuck in their opinion, churn out recipes for... Continue reading

Julie Easley

Poetry

Pain in My Heart

18 June 2021 / 264

Pain in My Heart by Sarah Barrington, with image above by Steev Burgess Before I left for universityMy friend Louisegot work for me, for the summer,At the... Continue reading

Sarah Barrington

Poetry

The Cut of those Cold, Sharp Stars

18 June 2021 / 274

The Cut of those Cold, Sharp Stars by Emma Lee I don’t think it’s to do with temperature.I feel every piece of grit, every puddle, the cold.There... Continue reading

Emma Lee

Poetry

The Hurdle Race

17 June 2021 / 336

The Hurdle Race by Paul Francis The Guru says that every kidshould run the same race that he did.He wants lanes narrow, hurdles tall.A course where most... Continue reading

Paul Francis

Poetry

Notice to Quit

25 May 2021 / 288

Notice to Quit by Harriet Jae In ten days’ time, that’s it – she’ll be homeless.Nowhere to go yet her mind whirrs with Why? Questions circle like... Continue reading

Harriet Jae