Many years ago we were enemies But now we are brothers You relax on the beaches Where your fathers Might have died There are still traces Of our resistance Which were never used They are now almost invisible As they fade into time Stephen Masefield (1954-1973)

The sun is shining The bells are ringing The air is kind On days such as these Oxford glows

For many years the story haunted me It would have haunted any poet That is why I was so angry with France When I watched a recording Of the opening ceremony of the Olympics Whilst staying with my mother in Oxford It was appalling and worse still incredibly offensive Joe

I joined the AA Today Even though I do not Own a car My reason Was that I was gifted Ann AA Bear In a smart uniform Ed Ward-Bear (2024)

Guess what there is a God How do I know Did I find the missing commandments No You have heard of Tamara de Lempicka You must of heard of this artist Joe As you read Art History at college Long story short The Green Turban is hanging in our hotel room And I have introduced […]

Josie I am on my way to Oxford and passing through the summer countryside My little notebook is in my bag I am seeing so many beautiful things My pen is ready Auntie Pemberton is opposite me She is so fucking ugly and the size of a Sumo On her face she has more hair […]

Joe Just arrived Ladies three Ignore France I know you love your trains Especially the TGVs Loving your poetry bro And your interview with Stuart was something else See Rome and Die With the traffic around here It is a distinct possibility Are you on your way to Oxford Chat later three coffee girls Send […]

Have you seen my cat Myrtle No should I I suppose not What is your cats name Sweet Games of Last Summer That is an odd name for a cat Not really Explain I named him after a 1970 movie Which in turn was based on a Guy de Maupassant short story Which one Mouche

Where is Glenn Walking the desert trail It will do him good Deserts clear heads I should know As I lived in the desert For many years What did you do I was a potter My little shop Was on the highway In Rosebud Falls Did you make much money Enough to get by on […]

We sat on the silent beach Watching the late tide arrive The sea was in a drunken state Sea Glass Opaque and Rare Walmer Beach 26/07/24