Streets of Lansdown

  Have you seen the landlord, Who owns a third of Lansdown, Sucking up the rent To fund his year-long cruise? In his eyes you see pound signs, Glinting at the arrears fines, Interest just soaring, Oh how could he lose?   So how can you tell me that my nation’s broke? And say we…

The Vinyl fossil Record

Pressed in to layers they lie dormant. Waiting. They are a fossil record. I prise them gently apart like beach shale, and read the imprints within. A feathered brushing unveils the form, sweeping all grains and backfill away. Species become genres, and ages bleed in to spectrums of album art.   There is the Dark…

Sanctuary

I have fallen in love with a place. I have only been there twice, but both times I visited, I felt like I was going home. It was and is love at first sight. It is a sanctuary, and it’s name is Folk House. You can’t actually see it from the main drag, unless you…