Left voices, unfiltered, unedited, Ungagged.
It began with the little seed of light – so small, so tiny, it could dance and glint on the pin of a needle. It was alone, and it was not alone, sparkling and dancing in the infinite Now. All of them one, and each one unique, like subatomic snowflakes swirling in one boundless vibrational […]
in the current stillness, I know it approaches; I can taste its salt on my lips, so I am plaiting a rope for us – three strands, love, courage, health; and with these, we can tether ourselves while we will get soaked and gasp for breath we will stand firm and we will find […]
Happy Families Can I have Mr Passenger Pigeon please? Sorry, no can doo, nor his kids or missus too. You would like a Great Auk now? Master, Miss? Never, ever, ask for this. And a flightless, big-beaked Dodo? Like the Great Auk, only more so. What about a Thylacine, marsupial with tiger stripes? […]
The Dance. Linda Devlin. Fascism doesn’t come snarling and slobbering to your door, He’s genial and sociable with an air of troubadour. He won’t go marching to the dance in jack boots and brown shirt He’s charming, suave and smiling and he’ll cajole and flirt. He’ll entice you smoothly into an exotic dance […]
The Battles Go On. Mary Barbour’s Army – A Dialogue My army they said, ‘Mary Barbour’s army.’ It’s no ma army, but, oor army. Ah called, you answered. We fought the peaceful fight shoulder to shoulder, on the side of justice. We have done oorsel’s proud. Those architects of fear and bullying are men born […]
The People’s Palace. A Cathedral by Muriel Baker A white wrought iron cathedral a fantasy in glass and metal lace housing giant tropical plants. A palace for the people from the viewing gallery they appear as small as ants. I have remembered dancing in the city’s ballrooms and a tale of ‘The Steamie Pram.’ […]
Reporter: Nathália Urban After Friday’s (25th Jan) environmental tragedy in Brazil were a dam used by the mining company Vale S.A collapsed and flooded toxic mud in a huge area, including the indigenous community of the Naô Xohã. Due to the tragedy, one of their members the indigenous activist Maybí Nytnawã wrote a poem showing […]
“All men are trash”She tweets, in her rageAs yet more news showsLife for women’s a cage. “Not all men,” you object,Because you’re a nice guyAnd anyway 99%of rape accusations are lies. “We don’t hate women!Don’t we have mothers?”They yell at the victims,Instead of checking their brothers. I don’t need you telling meI shouldn’t be madDouble […]
I can’t believe it that I’m having to fight, For something that belongs to me by right. We just don’t rent or set up any where , We aren’t gypsys we’re showman from the fair! We work long hours come rain, blow or snow, We don’t get much time off either you know. But that […]
They don’t Or can’t Or simply won’t believe That their system of order is breaking down now around their ears See, so convinced are they Of their own invincibility That they even tried to tell us once that this is the end of history Like they had attained mastery Over even history […]