Photo courtesy of the Morning Star by James O’Brien There’s always a different time to be born,It was just our chance to be born then.When the world... Continue reading
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The rats of Birmingham love the hollowed-out places,They rumble in bin bags waiting to rupture,Spilling ordure over the backs of scabs outsourcing the deal.The rats abandoned the... Continue reading
Self-portrait with Hand on Brow – Kathe Kollwitz by James O’Brien Even after all, the span was only yesterday,That yesterday of horrors, where everyone slipped away.I felt... Continue reading
Orgreave after Guernica, by Bob Olley I wouldn’t go back I should have but I couldn’t.It wasn’t an end but a beginning.At Nantgarw the black Taff swelled... Continue reading
A thug entity, paralysed in starch graves,Peace will come as you wound the land,The price of an un-healing vanity.Those fissures after extraction voided,Take us to that hole,... Continue reading
Flensing whales at a whaling station, Akutan, Alaska, ca 1915 The dreaded rooms of surrendered disarticulation,The body, de-fleshed, deracinated now, eying the walls.Where the exhaled tobacco creates... Continue reading
by James O’Brien The low loaders were busy,Around the time of ceasefire.Shifting carnage machines,To follow a map to your Hell.There’s a mad lady over there,Who has the... Continue reading
by James O’Brien What’s left is stretchered on the metal frame,A borrowed structure dominating a fetid room.The barrelled light a stale vortex of horsemen,Refracted from retreating flesh... Continue reading
by James O'Brien The percussion on your teeth, A drum roll, precision revolver, Rattling around an abyss dissonance. A voided revulsion of mouth, A choke spasm... Continue reading
The Kristallnacht Variations by James O’Brien Children of rape in a disputed territory,Cry from diseased hinterlands, abandoned,The striated embellishment of the spray can,The incendiary enticement of petrol,... Continue reading
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