A meteor passed through the sky as we slept It illuminated the sea for a naked moment And then vanished into dreaming night Today is the anniversary of the sinking Of the Lady on the wretched sands In time I will stand at the end of the pier And cast blooms into green grey sea […]

I have read that being alone Is absolutely necessary Just to recharge Away from the company of others There is some mileage in this idea And it works well for many people But it gains no friction with me As I have a distinct problem That is that I hate myself Deeply and without cause

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On calm days such as these I cannot see where the sea ends And the silence of heaven begins There are no visible horizons ahead The edge of the world awaits me Grey Grey Grey Horizons Grey

Grey Grey Grey Horizons Grey On calm days such as these I cannot see where the sea ends And the silence of heaven begins There are no visible horizons ahead The edge of the world awaits me Ships Log Aurora

Dearest Carrie I trust you are well and that NYC is to your liking With reference to your invitation It would be a pleasure to visit you in the Fall How strange it was to have spotted you Walking across that bridge With trains passing above you And vehicles to your side I loved your […]

When I was at school I studied architecture Instead of mathematics Venice was my subject Yet I was confused How such a beautiful city Had been built in a muddy lagoon When I asked my master He sent me a short film clip Of a silver subway train Crossing an iron bridge I discovered the […]

My wife and I were camping On Thistledown Common We were snug and naked In our joint sleeping bag Our aim was to photograph Dawn breaking her night colour And painting the skies passion But that did not happen As we were awoken by a helicopter Which was hovering above us The down draft blew […]

If you find anything by chance it is chance only You might consider it a quirk of mathematics The music of maths- but it is not -as the music Is replaced by a vacancy- unlikely to be repeated Yesterday on a street in Folkestone I found a posy A small posy of mixed dry flowers […]

Laying on my perfumed pillow thinking about the art of Scandinavia Watching an Urban Artist from a vandalised bus shelter Walking into the bathroom naked and quite sleepy and finding that your brother is taking a piss He says that I look like a boy I accept this as a compliment Visiting a pencil factory […]