in a field of clutching buttercups lola cola wrote to edward patterson reminding him of his duty some distance away her lover counted the yellow flowers in blocks of ten at two minutes before three in the afternoon lola cola accepted a sarsaparilla from a passing magpie    

I met her on the Day of Psalms Selling tea to passing strangers   As I sat on the café wall I thought of my childhood in India   The tea seller had also been raised in India But unlike me did not take milk in her tea    

Dry Chameleon On a street in Bristol I met a woman With a dry chameleon In her pocket It had not rained that day   Taken Away by Carl In Exeter I met a man named Carl He removed the flowers From my summer fields And the clouds From the warm skies I was left […]

The lazy star that hovers above the place Shows you seldom fair of face   Do not let the cold maidens low of purse Include you rigid within their curse     Thrust a sword though her rotten heart She begs you do  my friend apart   In 1823 a Miss Claire Clairmount was given […]

The three diaries of Joanna the Mad only came to light when my cleaner found them in an infant cupboard when searching for a cleaning agent They did not tell me much about the mad queen with the exception that she was not mad but a reverse poet She wrote a floral poem, Jogjakarta (now […]

as recorded by his younger brother   He was born in West Ham and lived in a high rise near the football ground His family originally came from Norfolk but moved to London in the nineteenth century for economic reasons as his father was a skilled fisherman Gregory Si was of average height and celebrated […]

Far Fetch Fulham I started my days as an anonymous tattoo on a celebrity arse and ended them as a much loved illustrated manuscript in the British Museum   Loo Paper No 9 The loo paper we use has the number nine printed on it there is no reason for this   Naturist Camping with […]

The White Bush faces the Salisbury Road not many drivers notice it but those who do are rewarded   The Black Bush faces the Salisbury Road not many drivers notice it but those who do are rewarded   The Red Bush faces the Salisbury Road not many drivers notice it but those who do are […]

I own an icon created by Andrei Rublev I often take it on holiday with me as we both like to travel   I own an icon created by Andrei Rublev I often take it to the theatre with me as we both enjoy Shakespeare   I own an icon created by Andrei Rublev It […]

The silk trains roamed freely exchanging lives I could see them all above the hollow roar of the town my name is Forbes Frazer but that is of little importance to the many that pass me