Light // Dark and all the people in-between

Poem: Passing Ships

She steps off the train
onto the warm platform
in the seaside station

Poem: (Father John) Misty Eyed

This has become
some kind of joke
loving you
is like punching smoke

Poem: Painfully Hip

This place is painfully hip
and the service is shit

Poem: The BIG I-AM

I’m the tears that run down your cheeks
tasting bitter sweet

Poem: The fall and rise of Grace

The story of the fall and rise of Grace

Poem: Black Friday Agreement

This is the day
when our hungry ghosts come out to play
bloated consumption on grand display

Poem: In our grasp

Let us raise this day together
and seek out our kingdoms and queendoms

Poem: Keith Moon on Drums