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.
Gaza Stripped by David Erdos War is raw in reverse, which is the state of foul play in Gaza.Now, more than ever is the wrath of God... Continue reading
Jenny Farrell marks the 150th anniversary of the Paris Commune As we mark the 150th anniversary of the French proletariat’s heroic first bid to set up La... Continue reading
The Boy in the Subway by Tony Webb I met my wife for breakfast.Futile negotiationsin the bookshop café at the Dylan Thomas Centre.A peaceful haven amongst books... Continue reading
Camels and Needles by Rebecca Lowe ‘It is easier for a camel to passThrough the eye of a needleThan for a rich man to enter heaven’… ‘Ah,’... Continue reading
Invisible by Pamela Thomas Cheryl’s dog died yesterday, scruffy thing. He made it to fifteen But no-one asked how she was. They never do. So no-one knows... Continue reading
Jenny Farrell introduces Maeve Cavanagh and presents one of her poems Last Easter, we published some poems written by three leaders of the 1916 Easter Rising in Ireland.... Continue reading
In May 2020 the award-winning cartoonist Martin Rowson set himself the challenge of writing a Lockdown Diary in verse. The result is Plague Songs, a unique cycle of... Continue reading
No Money in the Bank by Samantha Mansi No money in the bank. But how will we pay our bills? No money.The computer algorithmmessed up again. Why... Continue reading
Meeting the Irish, 1972Connemara by Edward Boyne We were hoovered-up off the known streetsby revving buses nervous in The Coombe,rushed at speed, through drowsy posh estates.It was... Continue reading
Whose Son Next? (i.m. Trayvon Martin 26th February 2012) by The Incident A boy’s walking back to his dad’s girlfriend’s place in Sanford, Floridawith a pack of Skittles,... Continue reading