The desolation of Flowers The desolation of Trees The desolation of Kings The desolation of Love The desolation of God Abandon me

ordre de mobilisation pour la guerre a scruffy slip of paper age stained and ragged found in a book of poetry my knowledge ends here

She sits Opposite me As I write Half hidden Only I can See her clearly

I fell off my bicycle A few days ago And injured my back It will repair in time But for the present I am confined To my apartment In the 16th arrondissement Fire is my biggest worry As I find it painful to move My sister Lou will arrive in a hour To cook for […]

I used to be an artists model But gave it up When my studies Came to an end As I no longer Possessed the time However I do model For a blind artist In the 16th arrondissement Who sculpts me through His closed and silent doors

I love the silence of country lanes Especially during the darker hours But have to truthfully admit That they are actually Much louder Than the high storms

For the last few nights I have been taking Rufus for his walk Along dark country lanes My real reason Is that I want to see The Strawberry Moon But this has been inhibited By the sea clouds high

I recently purchased a box of hymn books And found a postcard in in one of them Gilbert and George FUCK 1977 Had been used as a hymn mark This brought back some happy memories As 1977 was an excellent year I currently spend some of my time in Dungeness Where I attempt to be […]

Time cures everything Or so I am told I am on a long train journey As I am trying to forget about you But it is not working As even here in the Highlands I can see your face in every stream In every tree and in every flower Time does cure But in more […]

This information has never been shared before It is highly classified But in my researches I came across a chilling story which is as real today as it was then In 1911 a girl named Florence Stephens copied a sequence of numbers into a book of nursery rhymes And then disappeared She was last seen […]