Thursday 19 September 2024

Our Cargo Party: Isla

Our Cargo Party: Isla: A sea passage marine blue, my smiles won’t show, what our ancestors refuse, strangled by swaying steps, I'll tempt you with my glow,...

Our Cargo Party: Isla

Our Cargo Party: Isla: A sea passage marine blue, my smiles won’t show, what our ancestors refuse, strangled by swaying steps, I'll tempt you with my glow,...

Our Cargo Party: Isla

Our Cargo Party: Isla: A sea passage marine blue, my smiles won’t show, what our ancestors refuse, strangled by swaying steps, I'll tempt you with my glow,...

Isla

A sea passage marine blue, my smiles won’t show, what our ancestors refuse, strangled by swaying steps, I'll tempt you with my glow, dancing waves my bequest, not waiting for the curfew, to take your arms and show, the fertile lands of distance, a knife my only threat, a young woman free to bestow, love to a shipmate's chest, bellowing engine chewing, horizon's a shipping furrow, there's nothing left to view, I feel blessed, the engines warm my toes, my mind is at rest, in places without windows.

Wednesday 18 September 2024

Hayley

You'd gamble on anything, your friends say, including the Holy calendar, i wonder kissing your lips, watching cormorants in the Bay, roll on waves like ships, did you have other flings, salt and perfume far away, how they clean their wings, this time belongs to kids, would you feel that way, when everything rescinded, tunes drift by in rings, smoke and whisky rise to slay, a search for night's failingss, going out as you came in, what a scene it makes, a safe harbour for lovers, count numbers to your day.

Tuesday 17 September 2024

Gia

What you would never do, stuff you swore, ride horses in fields of blue, dance again to the moon, pray to broken laws, jump like a startled roan, my present partner swoons, why I'm saying this for, only fools welcome ruin, I want to run away stoned, take holy orders, drain summer into the foam, rage at every heirloom, divine night by party whores, leave you here to stew, a fool you led me home, you'll pay a heavy score, my almond eyes are tombs, my love is raw.

Monday 16 September 2024

Frankie

Don't talk to me and pause, pretend an interesting life, we've heard it all before, then your letter suddenly appears, from someone she despises, Kobe, Manilla, Tangiers, even if she's your daughter, sea ports and rivers don't lie, she died when you walked, a missive reminder to cheer, forgot how she cried, you sailed from every pier, waved off laughter ta ra, she writhed and tossed aside, all the stuff you wrote, the bottle no longer cheers, sometimes we dance alive, others what we fear, she sings on every tide.