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.
Alan Dent introduces and reviews the recent collection of poems about work by Martin Hayes. From Chaucer to the present day, hardly any poetry in English is... Continue reading
Glass collector by Steve Pottinger Let us sing of the mouse-quiet collectorof glasses, clearer of plates, wiper of tables, he who returns sauce bottles to their allotted... Continue reading
They Trespass Against Us by Rita Ann Higgins The memo said,get them out of that bed,Make Lazarus out of the lot of them.By the head or the... Continue reading
The Match by Helen Burke Because ok lets face itLife is a match.You know it and I know it,And where you sit depends how it goes,And –... Continue reading
The Waterfall and the Song and the Hammer in the Hand by Fred Voss Too many of the white machinists in this shop like Trumpthey are good... Continue reading
Jenny Farrell introduces the literature of the United Irishmen, part of international and democratic liberation literature, expressing ideals which are still to be achieved. 24 May marks... Continue reading
May ’68: a structuralist riposte by Chris Norris A cloud no bigger than a man’s hand crosses the English Channel from Paris, and then, in an instant,... Continue reading
The rich versus the people by Ira Lightman Some rich think they cleverly simmer us sleepy – cos we’d jump if it got too hot.The leaders their... Continue reading
Mike Jenkins offers a prose-poem inspired by Martin Hayes’ book of poetry ‘The things our hands once stood for’ Those Hands for Martin Hayes ... Continue reading
our mother’s day will come by Fran Lock my mother’s face exists in the space between kaijū and sphinx. she’s wearing clothes that holdher body in contempt.... Continue reading