a) He spoke in front of the hammer and sickle;
Kool-Aid can be an upbeat, because
he’s not your slick, shiny suit. Mate,
I’m not pooing on the white working-class
I want a more caring, compassionate
Tory who will hotfoot to Scotland.
A strong voice is right. We are the BBC’s
Gruelling final day; a community
of kindly Marxist countries. Leave and free.
We’re not hitting people. In this destructive
wide nothing (inset, in St Albans yesterday)
we will do atrocities tomorrow.
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Alyssia MacAlister is a writer, editor, artist and mother, who lives with her partner in Brighton. On both page and stage, Alyssia is concerned with exploring narratives with a poetic frame, finding the beautiful in the strange. In writing she can find unspoken traumas and the meanings behind silences. Wide-ranging past interests include virtual reality and the female body, spiders and grief. Alyssia’s specialty is prose poetry, but she often works in found poetry and experiments with more traditional verse. In addition, Alyssia writes lucid fiction and essays, while also creating artwork mostly in pencil. She also has a scalpel eye for editing any kind of poetry or prose and can produce poetry workshops.
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