My blood by Sutputra Radheye poets are sleepingwith flowers in gardens across brothelswhen the rest of the city-crumbles like pieces of breadfalling in the fire of communalism.... Continue reading
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A Very Northern Inheritance by Linda Burnett An agony of worker aunts passed martyrdom along the female line. Each rivulet of steam and sweat, reamed achingly from... Continue reading
Canticle of the Sun for the feast of St. Francis, 4 October by Fran Lock And what if we should feel like singing? Liftour undefended faces to... Continue reading
Michael Jarvie reviews One of These Dead Places by Jane Burn Jane Burn has forged her characteristic poetical voice in what can only be described as the... Continue reading
Revolution by Sally Flint Top of Google it’s a wine bar, a game,a make-up range. I recall science lessons ‒to rotate, twirl, circuit, cycle, orbit.It’s the Earth... Continue reading
In the run-up to the anniversary of Peterloo, Jenny Farrell discusses political poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley, Bertolt Brecht and Thomas Kinsella On 16 August 1819, tens... Continue reading
Anthony Squiers outlines the contemporary relevance of Brecht, especially for artists who seek to produce meaningful works of art in our own dark times. On February 27, 1933... Continue reading
£77 per hour by Becky Bone nine thousand two hundred and fifty9250pounds per year (1 year = 20 weeks) four hundred and sixty two pounds and fifty... Continue reading
Jim Aitken reviews The Sair Road, by Willie Hershaw. The header image and all others in this review are by Les McConnell, the illustrator Far from creating... Continue reading
Green Shadows by William Hershaw Poor old Johnny Clare!Driven mad by Society, protected by Poetry,Flapping like an owl, daftman on the roadBetween London and The Bluebell Inn.You’d... Continue reading
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