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.
Fran Lock interviews Pauline Sewards about Spirograph, her latest collection of poems FL: Hi Pauline, thanks so much for agreeing to talk to me about your latest... Continue reading
Emmanuel by Fran Lock sometimes the sky fights me. sometimes the dayis a dogful of loss. sometimes the day is a desert,a prolonged and hopeless music. how... Continue reading
To celebrate his 79th birthday, David Betteridge writes about swords, sickles and class struggle I Have a slow look at the drawing shown above. Is it not... Continue reading
Amnesia of the Asylum-seeker by Leah Fleetwood Who we were back then, it’s hard to recall:lawyers, actors, fruit-sellers at a stall;street-singers, clerics, or newssheet writers?How were we... Continue reading
2020 by Tom Hubbard Cardboard covers the flesh in a smitten street,While, immunised from sudden empathy,Flesh covers pasteboard as high chancers greetDank festivals of mediocrity.Their very bodies... Continue reading
Fran Lock interviews Dorothy Spencer, an editor at Lumpen journal, writer, poet and mental health worker. Her first collection, See What Life is Like was published by... Continue reading
Naked under 10,000-watt lightbulbs by Fred Voss We machinistsare lucky to have our machinesmachine handles we can grab when we are lonely green steel machine sides we... Continue reading