By Saira Viola Orange bubble curls Red lips and chalk grisly powder paint Mutton chop side burns Loom pants Balloon shaped flat shoes And devil giggles Oversized supa max Xtra Large Fizz Rat Cock fried Formica Stink Greased bin of sick Dishing out Gherkin Cancer buns To little ones […]
by Saira Viola Clive Stafford Smith OBE is one of the leading lights of the legal profession, a recipient of numerous awards for services to the law, including the Gandhi International Peace Prize and shortlisted twice for the prestigious Orwell Book of Fiction award. A tireless defender of human rights […]
by Saira Viola illustration by Bronwen Griffiths Gonzo Today salutes one of the founding fathers of Punk nobility: Dave Parsons — proudly anti establishment and a global icon of rebellion — the original co-lyricist with Jim Pursey and guitarist for Sham 69. Dave sheds light on his gritty way to […]
Inspired by real childhood poverty in Las Vegas USA by Saira Viola art by Unitas Her day was punched with silence And shredded with hand me down promises Only 10 summers young and already her dreams are splintered with hate. Through the filmy curtain of her left eye There […]
“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind” Edgar Allan Poe By Saira Viola She had hungry city eyes — hold you, squeeze you. then fuck you over ‘till you die eyes. Harry had seen those kind of eyes before many times. He pulled into the lay […]
‘ By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. (Macbeth, 4.1)’ by Saira Viola Selwyn was a simple man. He liked simple things: the colour blue, beer, beef steaks and chopping people up. He was short with a squat rot complexion pitted with scars and bad memories. Selwyn had sand-coloured hair and […]
by Saira Viola art by Joey Feldman The lines on his face were etched with Rum His eyes drooped down, they were battered folds of red And veined with the purple fist of poverty He had a 24 hour vacant look about him said he was OPEN to all offers […]
by Saira Viola art by Unitas Chapter 10 (read chapters 1-9) What a bastard awakening! No safety of the radio today because the fuse had gone. The familiar sounds of urban beats: Hip-hop tunes denouncing war and rough justice were not there to distract her racing mind. She had to […]
by Saira Viola Joe Strummer was imbued with the soul of a poet, the prophetic vision of a Wiseman, and the knuckle fisted passion of a rock genius. This remains one of the key albums of their creative ladder. Booming social polemic immersed with storming guitars and the lyrical delicacy […]
interview by Saira Viola For Saira Viola and Heathcote Williams: If Art, if poetry is not revolutionary then it is not Art, then it is not poetry! The mythopoet returns to the role of seer by creating myths that resonate, that explode in the minds, the beings of readers, myths […]
Copyright © 2024 | WordPress Theme by MH Themes
You must be logged in to post a comment.