Esther and Molly lived in the farmhouse Pretending to be undiscovered artists I worked in the city and visited at weekends As I loved counting the apples in the orchards

On Tuesday Molly and I cycled Through the orchards That fringed our estate I fell off my bike twice As the ground was uneven We later swam in the mirror lake Before returning to the apple shop Near the main entrance Where we worked together During the long hot summer days

I was brought up in the country In a small town near Bath It was an idyllic childhood Going out with the farmers Before school had even started And killing anything that moved I was an illiterate child As I did not understand Latin until I was six But I was loved By my parents […]

At 1302 this afternoon Bitter Everest Confessed to my murder This is not a confessional poem

Yesterday I visited The Gender Neutral Toilets Of a chic art gallery And found an abandoned miscarriage In Cubicle Two I reported this to the owners Who ran a Lavender Airline In a Budapest Square

They were a long way from home These gentle Huddersfield girls Paddling in a low sea They hugged anonymously Norma Jean and Gail

The wild dogs have entered the desert They are killing the innocents We are planning our revenge This is the Final War

I once fell asleep on a nudist beach in the South of France It was the most luxurious sleep that I have ever enjoyed I say I slept but I was aware of the sounds of the waves And the idle chatter of other people on the beach When I awoke I was surprised to […]

You are never more lovely Than when you sit in the sunlight With a full lime in your palm Listening to the sounds Of the summer city

Millions and millions of bubbles Searching for their freedom As the water cascades down From an unblemished sky I am swimming through These small pockets of air And am witnessing a beauty That blinds without warning I know that my visit will be brief As this a savage beauty that kills