Perspective

 

Photograph: © Maria Stadnicka

 

From afar,

the poetry,

big fat bottles on a kitchen shelf.

 

A collection of colourful glasses,

with human hearts

preserved in salted water.

 

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Persistent Ink

Photograph: ©Andrew Keenan / http://www.andrewkeenanphotography.com

 

I live in a round house across the road

and every day I wave the invisible white flag

just to distract you from writing so many letters.

 

Other times, all I do is stare at your reflected image,

bent over the desk,

thinking whether your back is broken,

having to bear so many words.

 

You do not lift your eyes up,

never see anything but yourself.

The only time you stand up and walk to the door

is to refill the glass with sand.

 

You do not receive news from the outside world

you do not know we live in times of peace now.

 

©Maria Stadnicka 2017

Photograph: ©Andrew Keenan

For more information about Andrew Keenan’s work, check https://www.andrewkeenanphotography.com/

Movement

Photograph ©John Stadnicki 2017

 

If we want the world to move forward,

we must hold hands. Documenting the pain and the joy,

on the same page,

with water, with fire, with ashes

not with ink.

 

Freedom means nothing when the healthy and the sick

eat at separate tables.

Even the trees sit together. They know that life is actually simple.

But once people renounced their entitlement,

it will take more than a revolution

to reclaim such a right.

 

For too long we took the wrong turn.

 

What kind of world is this if

the madman tells us that

we should be ashamed of ourselves?

©Maria Stadnicka, 2017

 

Published today in International Times with illustration produced by Nick Victor.

Stand out

Someone has to. It is easy to follow along. It can feel strange to do or say something different. But without that unease, there is no freedom.‘ (Snyder T. ‘On Tyranny, 2017 )

Photograph ©Harry Oliver / Instagram @harryowns

Omnipresence

Photograph ©John Stadnicki

– to Liu Xiaobo –

 

Like all those people I once knew,

who came and then

left my life as if they never existed,

many cities inherited this flesh

and crumbled

under the weight of my fears.

 

The Politics of Engagement – ‘Tears in the Fence’ Poetry festival 15th-17th September 2017

It is a great privilege to be a guest at ‘Tears in the Fence’ poetry festival this year. 15th-17th September 2017.

I will be reading from my latest collection Imperfect and discuss the relationship between journalism and censorship as well as the role of the poetic discourse within the current socio-political climate.

This year’s Festival weekend will be at The White Horse and Village Hall, Stourpaine and The Festival’s theme is the politics of engagement.

Further details and programme to follow.

Thank you David Caddy and ‘Tears in the Fence’ Festival and I am looking forward to it.

Imperfect is available at AmazonWaterstones and Yew Tree Press website.