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.
To A Different Country by Mike Jenkins We were selling ticketsfor a journey to a different country(our own, yet changed totally).At the station our flags flappedin a... Continue reading
Because There Is No Planet B by Sally Flint WE MARCH to the square, as if we might clear the atmosphere’s carbon overload by shouting: It’s not too... Continue reading
My blood by Sutputra Radheye poets are sleepingwith flowers in gardens across brothelswhen the rest of the city-crumbles like pieces of breadfalling in the fire of communalism.... Continue reading
A Very Northern Inheritance by Linda Burnett An agony of worker aunts passed martyrdom along the female line. Each rivulet of steam and sweat, reamed achingly from... Continue reading
Canticle of the Sun for the feast of St. Francis, 4 October by Fran Lock And what if we should feel like singing? Liftour undefended faces to... Continue reading
Michael Jarvie reviews One of These Dead Places by Jane Burn Jane Burn has forged her characteristic poetical voice in what can only be described as the... Continue reading
Revolution by Sally Flint Top of Google it’s a wine bar, a game,a make-up range. I recall science lessons ‒to rotate, twirl, circuit, cycle, orbit.It’s the Earth... Continue reading
In the run-up to the anniversary of Peterloo, Jenny Farrell discusses political poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley, Bertolt Brecht and Thomas Kinsella On 16 August 1819, tens... Continue reading
Anthony Squiers outlines the contemporary relevance of Brecht, especially for artists who seek to produce meaningful works of art in our own dark times. On February 27, 1933... Continue reading
£77 per hour by Becky Bone nine thousand two hundred and fifty9250pounds per year (1 year = 20 weeks) four hundred and sixty two pounds and fifty... Continue reading