Ladylike, by Myriam San Marco


The poem is dedicated to all teenagers who feel they can’t speak their truth.


Myriam San Marco is a poet, promoter and creative writing facilitator. Many years ago, she truanted school to go to libraries, read all the books, drunk all the drinks, took all the drugs, partied in all the fields and from time to time, wrote poetry. As the Bournemouth Poet Laureate, Myriam San Marco has been leading a creative writing and development program for local writers with the support of Bournemouth Libraries and continues to support poetic initiatives in local schools. She founded Word Makers and Silence Breakers in 2016 and curates a bi-monthly spoken word night at Chaplin’s cellar bar. Myriam has been found performing on street corners, bookshops, carnivals, festival stages and poetry events. Abe Gibson described her performance as cutting to draw blood. Myriam’s words have been published online and in print. She feels burdened to tell the stories that would break the existing narrative, like a small pebble in your shoe which would cause you to stop walking to hunt it down. Her debut collection Sakura was published by Burning Eye in June 2018.

Fuck Your Feelings by Esi Yankey



Miss Yankey is a London based British/Ghanaian poet with a healthy addiction to verse. She runs Poetry Prescribed, who provide therapeutic workshops promoting poetry as a healing tool; and an effective way to manage mental health and wellbeing; In addition to this Miss Yankey is a co-host and resident poet at The Chocolate Poetry Club. To find out more please follow her on social media or email

No More by Stefan Gambrell


So here we are, it’s time for the Neanderthal Bard

But I’m marred by a world scarred by hard nosed business

As wealth grows to a limitless need an uncontrollable greed

But I won’t concede as trees bleed from green to brown

Soon no longer around, just dead ground.

All fracked and fucked up and then sucked up by

Capitalist misfits from a higher class, with their heads

Up their arse, in need of a stark remark but I’m not a

Harmless spark, I’m fully charged fire starter and I’m

In the afterglow so know this.

If I’m coming for you then I’m coming for the truth

And you can’t reroute me and put me off track and

Distract me I know exactly what strategy I’m using

So in a less confusing way so I can say for sure with

Pure intention that prevention is the key to living


We need to stop. We need to stop unconditionally

Listening, it’s time to be loud we are allowed to be

Proud. So be proud of being human and securing a

Future that feels much looser and where laughter is

Free and a hard grafter can see a happy ever after.

Where help and care are driven and where giving isn’t

Seen as giving in.

I’m not inspiring a class war I’m inciting no war at all,

Now you can call me mad, but who is it that profits

From war torn lands. I’m not a prophet or a holy man

But even I can understand that when a man kills a man

For this green and pleasant land then the blood is on

Hands of the Few.  The few that choose to loose the

Lives they use and abuse the patriotism of a nation.

Still making mistakes as hearts break every day.

From the cold old folks to the broken veterans and war

Widows cast to the shadows of this world,  little orphaned

Boys and girls, torn from mums and dads when we bombed

Sadam in Iraq and then bombed Bagdad and as the middle

East was overcome by grief world leaders would meet

And decide the price or cost of each life lost.

So now I’m angrily demanding these leaders or yesteryear and the

The hear and now come on up and take a bow then take

A vow of truth and allow me to prove that proof of life

Has no price but huge worth here on Earth than in the

World of hurt we are on course for.

This planet is sore it’s been ravaged and torn in a war for

Oil and dominance but a predominant status isn’t what

Makes us who we are.

So you can’t phase us or make us fall apart, take a

Chance on your heart.  It’s usually right you know if you

Choose to fight all foes with reason and accountability

But words of freedom without stability falls on the

Clothe ears of peerage peers and their expense

Accounts where no amount is enough to be pumped


But that was before but no more, no more because we’ve

Got our abacus’s out and calculators ready we are incredibly

Telling the many, everything to everyone the time has

Come to be the ones that cages things, exchanging

Haters for lovers and enemy’s for brothers.

But we have got to stop connecting the Dots and protect

What’s plane to see.  It’s not as easy as 1 . 2 . 3 all their

Dots from the start to the end and in between.


Draw your own future and get used ta knowing your

Neighbours by doing them favours for no reward but that

Warm feeling you get from believing in yourself again

Try to break away from negative messages oppressing

The sensitive of nature in favour of the beast. So

Reach.  Reach for the sky. Why? Coz it’s ours and

With this positive charge we have come so far.

So now it’s time to collect the correct taxes from

The cunts and the wankers off sure the ones above the

Law where distance is an instant barrier between the laws

Of this land and the  common man.

So let’s make this stand together. Become one with reality

Stop turning our backs on depravity,  feel the gravity,

Sense the reality and actually care. Let’s try to comfort

The scared. Let’s in trench respect and honour as a matter

Of course but our law courts enforce unjust deeds so we

Are all at sea. Will the BBC ever cover our screams and

Believe me this world is screaming, our world has done s

Bleeding for the greedy we need to be stampeding for the

Needy to be strong. Teach the weak they belong on and

Even plane and say.  No more.  No more. No more

Of the over privileged picking and pillaging poor peoples

Pockets for more rockets and drones. We are alone no more

We don’t want more war. We want to talk before we

Fight . We might wanna try something nice instead

Of a warhead led advance . Give love a chance for fuck

Sake there is so much heart ache and pain today but

Believe me please there is so much more to see than war

Born poverty.  And I wanna be part of it but not the half

Hearted part coz I’m a glass and a half. Lower class

From the start, ready to impart all I know. And I will go

Toe to toe, and stand side by side or back to back as I

Mount an attack from my side if the track. So it’s time

To fight then win then cheer.

Here hold my beer.

human it is by Reuben Woolley


are most human
………in quiet
where hurt
……………………….tumbling through

& time doesn’t move

we are human
goes labyrinth

……..we are human
on these sands


…………………… tears
we are’s
the water we share


You can get the book through this link. Remember that all the profits go to the refugees through the organisation, CalAid.

skins by reuben woolley


i hit the land
with all the light i have
& the wind
comes for leftovers


my shadow slipped off

& here i am


i have no shape
to wrap me in

at the edges


This is a recording of the title poem to my new book, skins. A book of poems for the refugees, all profits from which are going to CalAid, a reputable organisation workinmg with the refugees in Calais and beyond.
The book is to be found here:

& cut heads will speak


we survive
in long
is no air here
no fresh
way of saying

………….they made a god
in someone’s image.they
move the strings

………….a rope
too tight.a noose

to silence

……………….these pages
close.a cut
head does not speak

they think.listen
……………….hear the verses
sing triumphant