Image by Fran Lock By Fran Lock u are the most north. the smooth,unmotivated night, where it rollsover us. poor houses, quarantinedinside of want. unset resin, yellowrain.... Continue reading
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By Fran Lock that i might wear the robe the desert owed me. the robe the desert chose me. an insatiable staple of hair. i too have... Continue reading
Who was Mary Magdalene? A repentant prostitute who ended her days as a desert contemplative? The secret wife of Jesus? An evangelist and prophet? An apostle, a... Continue reading
by Fran Lock content warning: working-class girlhood.…and so, into every little life, the washed animal emerges. a girl. something wet and receptive, lowered through form. out of... Continue reading
‘Workers’, by Peter Kennard “Class War, Not Culture Wars!” I’ve heard this phrase – or variations on the general theme – doing the rounds a lot lately.... Continue reading
by Fran Lock, with commons image above / wait for it./ spring to come, reconstitute the stubborn world./ our bodies, tailored to containment./ fault-line forcing an afternoon./... Continue reading
In the title essay from her book Civil Wars (1985) June Jordan writes that ‘In the context of tragedy all polite behaviour is a form of self-denial.’... Continue reading
I was recently in Berlin for the first time. I was invited for the 25th annual Poesiefestival. I was nervous. As the last of my circle to... Continue reading
Fran Lock excoriates the Tories and presents some great poems. Image above: Soldiers Leave the Armed Forces, by Chad McCail I cannot tell a lie, I began... Continue reading
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