I always carry a book of your poems with me My sister is a philosopher But we do not communicate I have sent her a number of your books But I do not think that she reads them  

I have revealed many secrets to you But you have told the trees They are watching me as I lay on my bed I feel that they know me intimately

I am standing near you with only my pink and blue robe protecting my modesty But you are no longer interested in me as you have been seduced by the moon     After the painting Night Watch by Nigel Van Wieck 

You have always been slightly hidden Catherine By the genius of your husband Your city tombstone has William nearer to Heaven And you nearer to God’s soil   But this was not deliberate as we are all in the shadows of his greatness Whether we acknowledge it or choose not to feel his love   […]

Down the Line Catherine was sitting on the sweaty train Waiting for it to depart There was no breeze and the air was stale As it is in the city during the summer months In a week she would be in Cape Cod with her partner Her parents would fuss over them And the thought […]

It is the 4th of July But I am working As lifeguards never sleep I have attached our flag To my lifeguard chair But it still in the heat The sisters Olivier Are sunbathing topless To the right of my station But I ignore their nudity And closely watch the sea As I am paid […]

I like being watched As I stand naked and still In my apartment Or at least I thought I did Until about an hour ago When I discovered that my neighbour Nora Was watching me with an uncommon interest From her apartment She was as naked as I was But made no attempt to cover […]

Julie was sitting alone on the final train She was dishevelled and her face was wet With the tear stains of a long evening Her lover had returned to his wife It was a fling and nothing else Everything is born to die he said As he left their hotel room for good Out of […]

There is a naked girl swimming in my glass of wine She is rescuing part of the cork This is one of poorest wine bars in the centre of Paris Although it is by far the most magical     After the watercolour by Pauline Coffre

On a wet afternoon in Paris I found myself in the Blue Blue White On the long street of the souls I sat at the table nearest to the window And shared a coffee with my younger self The tablecloths were new and crisp to the touch Mine was red with silver blue flowers It […]