by Susan Lindsay, with image above by Martin Gollan Villain. Beloved justicePresident elect, Inauguration weekwe love democracy, that each vote countsbut not always the countedshouting, ‘Fraud, Clear... Continue reading
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Nothing There are forty of us in my class,a symphony of sniffing and snotsdragging themselves up nostrils,making me feel like vomitingon the boy in front of me.... Continue reading
FOREST OF NOISE, By Mosab Abu Toha, Reviewed by Razia Parveen This poignant and beautifully crafted book of poetry captures the heart-wrenching experiences of Palestinian children amid... 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 Jim Aitken Malibu Mansionslook a bit like Gaza nowbut with more burnt cars. Continue reading
by Chris Norris There’s rich and poor folk, those that just get byAnd blokes who trouser billions solitaire.Don’t fall for trickle-down, that bosses’ lie:Do something useful,... Continue reading
by Declan Geraghty The money circulates within the rich blowing around a glass cage circulating like the final challenge on the crystal Maze it never leaves the... Continue reading
by Denni Turp, with image above by Sheree Mack Time instrumentswill temporarily relocate elsewhere.Women who refuse to follow rulesdevelop their mindsto make it the way it needed... Continue reading
by Denni Turp, with image above by Martin Gollan (after Fuck your lecture on craft, my people are dying by Noor Hindi) One day I’ll... Continue reading
Why Do I Write Poems About David Oluwale? In fact, I’ve only finished two which are directly about him, and they follow this introduction. But I have... Continue reading
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