Act! Looking from the window above, like a story of love. Can you hear me? — Yazoo, Only You. 1982 I'm lonely here. There are no poets here. Oh yes,...
Daddy Long Legs There was a singular man who walked tall around our Basildon town in an open necked shirt, a comb in his top left pocket. Shiny shoes...
Record And they are spitting bars in the chapel. I watch my back, my moods switched on. It’s chilly. The prison dialled down until November. Price of...
Tide We are watching football. Bellingham skates on Wembley ice. Our phones bleep with news and more news. Italy score, but we own the tide. There is...