The sunlight streamed on to the empty pews and illuminated the mixed wood I sat as I always did in the shadows near the Lady Chapel You were sitting in the pink desert looking at the snow-capped mountains which lay trapped in the middle distance of your view With happiness in your voice you told […]

A farmer’s wife should always greet guests in the nude as this creates harmony There are four types of Maze. Always grow the fifth Teach all your livestock about the probability of famine Your cottage should be effortless in its beauty You should not be able to see Iceland from your highest tree Combine Harvesters […]

A Break of Mermaids a break of mermaids posed for a Victorian artist they had been paid well and had been entered into a draw the first prize being a trip to the pyramids   Exit Snow said the directions but he stayed on stage and sang in a falsetto manner to an appreciative audience […]

Nothing betrays history as much as lies I will not open your book I will not correspond please do not write to me Do not arrange my travel as I will never arrive Denial is as raw as the act itself I will always see the dourness of your jewels A guilty man will always […]

I will not guess at your fortune as you gather together staring vacantly at me   My camera will record the lies of your displacement and you will tell me   That Christ is sometimes wrong    

On the way to Lulworth Mike and Penny occasioned a tea house That sold nothing but Boswell’s London Journal 1762-1763 A fifties edition Signed by the Queen The teahouse was called Review Riva And was on the main Weymouth Road Mike was assembling notes For a book that he intended to write It would be […]

Was the name of a band Deeply into the Blues and Elliptical Rock Their names were Josh Josh Josh & Josh They were managed by their sister Annie With whom they slept On Tuesdays and Thursdays Each Sunday they went to church To pray for the souls Of the miners who died And returned refreshed […]

Just as the Profumo newspapers Were hitting the street A young boy In a blue van Was being driven towards The Post Office Tower The van stopped suddenly And the young boy Banged his head On the driving mirror He decided not to die that day He slumped back Bloodied Into the passenger seat Dreaming […]

Later in my life I crossed the road That led to the sea And spotted a Jimi Hendrix poster In an orange tenement window    

With careless confusion The die was cast Not in the bluebell woods Or the flat orchards But in the poor water Near the aged bridge