There’s not enough notes
in a pit of dead end jobs
not enough quavers
in a river clogged with carp
or sincere prayers for an
angel playing the harp
There’s...
Tommy is a fencesitter
he sits outside the nursing home
watching the world go by
on Barkly Street
Tommy’s got the kindest eyes
he tells people
“You’ve got personality
and the...
In our attempts to be known
babies born with umbilical cords
attached to phones
where is please and thank you
and how do you do
where is respect
where is...
There’s a song in the air
singing us awake
the sweeper in the sky’s
taken morning glory off the roof
please turn off the news
it doesn’t make sense
they’re...
As if the opening night's brilliant and harrowing documentary "A brilliant genocide" (Alex Theatre), with more tears flowing than champagne, was not already enough...
