As many of you know I live near the river Here in Richmond Virginia lives nearby We often chat about poetry On summer evenings Whilst watching the sun Travel towards the night Joe

Joe how do I recognise a Marxist Check what they are reading It certainly will not be Marx Anything else Shower with them But I am a decent girl Excuse me while I get up from the floor Not nice Joe I do hope that you stick to the paths Sally They are there for […]

Marxists are quite unable to say why a proletarian revolution A hate filled and violent act of expropriation Should be morally cleansing And lead to a better society Love the tee shirt Joe Happy Birthday Molly I wearing it at present After my shower Behave yourself Its my birthday Joe I can do what I […]

I met Sandra in the city today She was wearing a short red skirt I admired her tanned legs And told her how lovely she looked Félicité

A politician who I detest Was ************ today His ***** was **** out And decorated the interior Of his expensive car I call moments like this My Blue Hours The news of this splendid event Came as I was editing my latest book The Poetry of Birds The Poetry of Birds A politician who I […]

I have an irrational fear of flying Even though I have flown On many occasions here and there There is no reason for this I blame my physics master Mr Webb Who when asked a question at St Polly’s Demonstrated the theory of flying Using a sheet of foolscap paper Great but planes are not […]

Mummy I travelled to Kingsdown in Kent At the invitation of Eddy Stevens He wanted to show off his new pad Josie and Cora tagged along Cora had expressed a wish To see the real England Free from the decay That so spoils it these days Kingsdown reminds me a little of Dungeness Not because […]

A couple of years ago Jane and I camped Not far from Corfe Castle Our campsite was located Next to a railway line And I was normally woken up By a steam train passing by It was an idyllic experience We either walked in the countryside Or just spent hours At the railway station Watching […]

Richard This government continues to amuse me Where do they get these ideas from Are they from another planet If so I would like to travel there The whole thing is so tragic Joe

Birds hide away in order to die They create no fuss How often do you find a dead bird That has not previously died violently