I only write for  The ugly people  Of the world 

I travel through life at various speeds  This brings a certain variety to proceedings I have little more to say on the subject  That would be of interest to anyone  

today i purchased a book of poetry  a book of ten poems about walking  i walk a great deal and also write poetry  but i do not paint or draw very often  as poetry takes up a lot of my spare time  the cover of this book of ten poems  is rural in its disposition […]

After a day in the city  We settled in a bus shelter  In front of a grand theatre  The children were fatigued  So we sat on the warm paving stones  Sharing our city picnic  I was reading my Manchester United programmes  Whilst Jacob was reading his football comics  Lucy being Lucy was playing with Jacks a Plenty  […]

My mother was a Land Girl but said little about her experiences Apart from how much she enjoyed the Kent countryside In later years she told me that was not uncommon For the Junkers who frequently made low level attacks On nearby towns and other targets to machine gun Land Girls and other people as […]

I survived I survived I survived  That is the limit of my consciousness I survived all the battles of the war  Without even a bloody scratch  I wrote many poems now long hidden  In those blazing dreams of my experience  Each day I try to exorcise these poems  By disturbing the dusts of the many tables  That litter this […]

I am on board a crowded ship  I can see Folkestone in the distance  France is within view  I am off to war  With luck I will return  Another soldier in a different uniform  Is waiting for me with his rifle  I might kill him  Or he might kill me  I will not know until the dice […]

The trench contains the dead  Buried before they died  Vacant eyes reveal the distant crosses  Their names are immortalised in Hell I was buried too but still breathe  The chilled dark but metallic air  The blood of many others has stained  My heavy coat that hibernates no hope It is snowing now and there are no more […]

Christmas Present Christmas Past All our Christmases were built to last 

Stan  Yes  What are you writing  A fiction  You did not sleep well last night  I know  Why was that is something troubling you  Not really  I often sleep badly  Was it a bad dream  Yes  Describe your dream to me  It was apocalyptic Carry on  I was working on an air base even though I […]