From behind the goalposts The sun is setting Slowly into its pastel pale bed Grey Gold White and Cream I was born here Jane Many summers have passed But the light remains the same Stan

This poem is not going to be typical of me There will be no mystery to it at all No dreams no journeys no friends Nothing at all this is an empty poem I am sitting on the platform At Corrour Railway Station It is fucking cold so fucking cold I am on the run […]

Rigorous Kristina Spring in Yokohama Blue Flowers White Blossom Trees Gentle Winds

my poetry has just but one fault it contains light

Léopoldine was a quiet girl friendly but rather reserved Who without much attention wrote a number of strange poems These were dismissed at the time as a confectionery She did not write any known poetry after the age of twenty-four And later travelled widely with her husband Paul Laval Today Léopoldine is remembered more for […]

Lola Loves Lolly True I found this carved In a beach hut Where I changed Before swimming in the sea It was dated 1934

Lolly was sitting on a railway bench Staring at the rails She imagined that she was On a southern beach Watching the tides come and go

Lolly was sitting on the sea wall Staring at the sea She imagined that she was On a railway station Watching the trains pass by

All is quiet The silence Shrouds All the mornings Of the world

Dazzle Dazzle Is my co-star She is from Denmark This is her tenth movie Henderson Is my name I am directing As well as acting In my tenth movie It is a sequel to my next project Dazzle Dazzle Is sitting up in a bed She is reading Les Fleurs du Mal It is a […]