Spring 2008

I get into town early

Written by Dean Lilleyman

have a couple
and when he gets there he’s brought a girl
she’s called Jane
she’s a punk single mum with green eyes

Escapism For The Working Classes

Written by Oliver Smith

I am the best in the
game, so the papers
say. A one man giant
in a one man team, my body

Right for the Night

Written by Jake Steniford

blocked on all sides and improving, swim through the slim
poundadrink Thursdays, moving to the soothing beats and desperate
betting and sweating in the summer evening heat,
light on your feet and right for the night to begin.

The Warehouse

Written by Matthew Spence

I have lost my watch, and any sense of time,
I feel the lonely drip marking seconds
Then waste a whole minute counting sixty,
So don’t blame me if I am late.

From The Sun

Written by Matthew Spence

With you I feel the warmth of a summers day,
That leap of the heart when I awake
To feel your glow reflected, with many years
Now perfected,

Mirror Mirror

Written by Kirsty Chapman

Everyday I stand here.
Here.
And everyday I wish I didn’t.
I get sad when I stand and look at you.

Burnt Out

Written by Kate Ball

Letters switch places, and meaning is lost,
As leather hands crush and press.
Old leather, still strong, wraps tightly
Around what was once irreplaceable.

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