Left voices, unfiltered, unedited, Ungagged.
Ceasefire Now! Vies with The Word of ancient scriptures. Brass bands deliver doleful praise to children of the Bleak Midwinter lining both sides of the street, in tatters, swaddled, frost deep, in limp blue quilt. Loose change lands In cups and cans, from guilt or proffered hands that can least afford it. Still […]
An apparition emerges from the wings. He strokes his chin, flexes his will to win once more and shoulders the door of democracy. He does not hide his grotesque face, nor his intention to burn down any trace of unlawful entry. Power-driven waste is his vanity. He looks the world in the eye, his […]
We call it QueueAnon, this wonderful fountain of freedom hitherto unknown, a snaking virtue of fellow patriots, knees bending to the virtues of the throne. Three days to bathe in our rightful place, in worship of her glorious majesty bowing our grateful head for the life of this deity In the guiding light of […]
“There are so many people”, he tells me. Cherubic faces congregate in the playground below. Miniature human traffic in maroon and plaid Waving earnestly to Gran or Mum or Dad As they let go of hands and are soon departed. S is for – Sports Socks Two for TEN pound. Times have changed, Become estranged […]
I thought that wars were fought in black and white. That soldiers, sailors, airmen soared into victorious flight or landed on beaches handsome, intact and survived to marry a virgin sweetheart Who knew how many lived and died waist high in blood, shit and mud, snatched moments of battle-weary sleep beside friends, sometimes just […]
Anonopunk on the UK.
BINARY IS BLIND White is pure, black is not Lessons from the west, taught subtly From colours binary, but why White should be the good guy, who knows. Sure winters’ frosty sky brings snow Then carpets of Spring snowdrops grow. Virgin white bride’s veil flows Though most of her guests know – she’s not! […]
Warning We are approaching 2020 As you leave the craft, collect hand sanitizer, a mask, And a full-face visor for your one task Which you must accept To prevent contamination Now fear not, for you will also find some peace. A short respite from the warring, starving nations Who must now repel disease. And […]
This is the third part in Deborah Sanderson’s story. Part 1 The Seed of Light and Dan McPhail. Part 2 In the spring of another Now. It had all come full circle, what a curious day! Then onto the quayside capstan, the sun blazed away. The heavens were saturated with eternity blue skies, like the […]
This is second part of the story by Deborah Sanderson, the first part can be found here The seed of light and Dan McPhail It was in the spring of another Now, when young Dan fell into the arms of love, his tears of joy floated on a rippling sea of a balmy breeze, filling […]