Original Bespoke Poetry by Dane Cobain
Eyes Like Lighthouses is Dane Cobain’s first book of poetry, distilled from the sweat of a thousand memorised performances in this reality and others. It’s not for the faint-hearted. “I’ve never seen anyone do a stream of consciousness piece as talented as that. Very impressed.” – Mark Allard-Will, author of Saskatch-A-Man and co-founder of Cuckoo’s Nest Press “Dane’s poetry is a multi-layered spiral of the macabre, quirky humour and disjointed imagery. Not only does he make you think, he captures the small forgotten moments of everyday life.” – Nikki Dudley, co-editor of Streetcake Magazine “…[Dane] combines concrete detail with socioeconomic concerns.” – Lorna Wood, associate editor of Gemini Magazine.
When the Angels attack, there’s NO REST FOR THE WICKED.
Father Montgomery, an elderly priest with a secret past, begins to investigate after his parishioners come under attack. With the help of Jones, a young businessman with an estranged child, Montgomery begins to track down the origin of the Angels.
The Angels are naked and androgynous. They speak in a dreadful harmony with no clear leader. These aren’t biblical cherubs tasked with the protection of the righteous – these are deadly creatures of light that have the power to completely eradicate.
When Jones himself is attacked, Father Montgomery knows he has to act fast. Will the final showdown force him to make the ultimate sacrifice?
When Dan Roberts starts his new job at Former.ly, he has no idea what he’s getting into. The site deals in death – its users share their innermost thoughts, which are stored privately until they die. Then, their posts are shared with the world, often with unexpected consequences.
But something strange is going on, and the site’s two erratic founders share a dark secret. A secret that people are willing to kill for.
It’s not quite as simple
as it ought to be,
because more cogs
means more wheels
and more catastrophic
mechanical failures,
and laws get passed
to change the way we communicate,
so I picked up the phone
and told my mom I love her.
There is hope
and there is joy,
and there’s a joyful hope
I hope to enjoy,
and I joined my joints
to a joystick,
so you can press X to kick
and Y to punch
and start to start
all over again.
There is justice
if you fight for it,
a strange sense
when you realise
really,
we’re all just the same,
and we should be ashamed of it.
I turned my passion to motion
and built houses of learning
with the words I’m burning,
working with sand and cement
to form a new government
where pens are the weapons
we lent to our enemies.
I eat bureaucracy
for breakfast;
I skip lunch
and eat democracy
for dinner.
It tastes like
home-made
apple pie.
Dane Cobain (High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, UK) is an independent poet, musician and storyteller with a passion for language and learning. When he’s not in front of a screen writing stories and poetry, he can be found working on his book review blog or developing his website, www.danecobain.com. His debut novella, No Rest for the Wicked, was released in the summer of 2015.
