To celebrate his 79th birthday, David Betteridge writes about swords, sickles and class struggle I Have a slow look at the drawing shown above. Is it not... Continue reading
Amnesia of the Asylum-seeker by Leah Fleetwood Who we were back then, it’s hard to recall:lawyers, actors, fruit-sellers at a stall;street-singers, clerics, or newssheet writers?How were we... Continue reading
2020 by Tom Hubbard Cardboard covers the flesh in a smitten street,While, immunised from sudden empathy,Flesh covers pasteboard as high chancers greetDank festivals of mediocrity.Their very bodies... Continue reading
Fran Lock interviews Dorothy Spencer, an editor at Lumpen journal, writer, poet and mental health worker. Her first collection, See What Life is Like was published by... Continue reading
Naked under 10,000-watt lightbulbs by Fred Voss We machinistsare lucky to have our machinesmachine handles we can grab when we are lonely green steel machine sides we... Continue reading
David Betteridge writes about the poem ‘History’ What interests me about the existence of archives is that you enter the past which is as it were in... Continue reading
Shopping Centre words and image by Rebecca Samura I know it scared you every time our eyes lit up.Little hands reaching for shiny plastic and colourful lights.... Continue reading
Little Boy by Gerda Stevenson Little Boy is on his way, snugin the metal womb of Enola Gay,all of his components prepped, but not quite ready yet... Continue reading
Coal Monologues by Willie Hershaw 1) Brother James I received the Abbot’s ordersinby the big pink house:“Yoke Joseph and Mary, to an oxen cart – take shovels,... Continue reading