Marc Hawkins

poem by Marc Hawkins

She walks a marathon distance each day, passing people she has known for years who are now unrecognizable, vague, like shadows. She no longer engages with them, struggling to distinguish between the faded faces. She retraces eac... Read more

poem by Marc Hawkins

This world, eh? Snowflakes melting in the heat of discussion threatening words of repercussion, activists firing off angry epistles like a thousand hurtling well do-ers or dissers, beating up the street on piccolo drums splayin... Read more

poem by Marc Hawkins

Positioned provocatively, picture perfect Pamela, poses for porno photos in a seedy studio south of the river. Purring and pouting and protruding her pumping breasts, bending for a plump posterior moon shot, parting her pin... Read more

poem by Marc Hawkins

The peasants have gatecrashed the reception And made a beeline for the buffet plates, The guests are appalled Saying “Let’s get them hauled To the dungeons before it’s too late”. There’s a tramp... Read more

poem by Marc Hawkins

(This is written about a certain demographic of Brexit voters...the ones who based their voting decisions on racism, false patriotism and disjointed national pride) Bloody bolshy Belgians, boshing their boots all over our bleeding... Read more