On the 2nd of June 1963  I travelled between Bath and Bishops Stortford  Sixty years later (minus a day)  On the 1st of June 2023 I travelled between Deal and Folkestone  Which is little odd  As I was born on the  17th of September 1973 

Tomas purchased three coloured shells One for George One for Annie And one for me To remind us of the sea

This will be only a short account Because not much actually happened In the July of 1959 my father and I were driving back From my aunt’s house in North Bedford As she had suffered an unlucky accident We were on the Bedford Road Which ran between Stoke and Bedford It was a straight stretch […]

On the morning following The moon landing I sat on a small wall On the edge of a field I was on my paper round But was very tired Due to my lack of sleep I felt that I visited the moon

The present The future The past The present is as thin as a ruler It is the shallow space As seen on an hour glass It is slight And soon it will become the past The past no longer exists The future will exist But at present it is nothing Have you concluded your defence […]

I am on the edge of the universe My ship although functioning Is drifting aimlessly Which it will do For the rest of eternity I am watching Popcorn On my monitor It was the only tune that That survived the fire Ghostly dancers Hundreds of years dead Dance badly to the music I wonder if […]

Tooting Broadway I lived there For over twenty years But now it is the haunt Of blacks and queers Steve (Sal) Moore

Ealing Broadway I lived there For over twenty years But now it is the haunt Of blacks and queers Steve (Sal) Moore

As we passed An abandoned convent A skater with all the gear Crossed herself God never ceases To amaze me

Lynchings were a quite common When I was a child Rapists molesters and murderers Whether guilty or not Often met this fate Hung high from bridges and trees And then all of a sudden This practice ceased As the mob had lynched Jesus Christ Without thought or care When he rode through this town