MARIA DUARTE, FIONA O’CONNOR and ANDY HEDGECOCK review Savage House, Enzo, Madfabulous, and Erupcja
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Grim Chip
The atmosphere is thick and heavy, humid,
Saturated, sick with syrupy sycophancy,
Obsequious drops fall heavy from the heavens
Into the gutter, down the drain.
The thunder rolls, the guns salute,
Their lordships and their graces
Put on heirs apparent.
I can’t stand the reign.
RICHARD SHILLCOCK examines an enjoyable, but philosophically conventional book, and urges Marxists to employ their capacity to embrace the totality in any explanation
ALAN MORRISON recommends a consummate, heart-warming collection about a working-class upbringing in the industrial north-east
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event
by Widad Nabi


