Travels with Tryphena We are in the part of England known as Hardy Country. Tryphena and I are collecting mud samples from the cambers of main roads. At present we only examine class A roads but we have plans in the future to enclose both B class and escape roads in our studies.   Bathing […]

walked along Wood Lane with a woman covered in tattoos hanging from his good arm   She was wearing a yellow vest   each round from each fight was represented by a separate tattoo with the exception of his latest bout   which he had lost

On the walls between the windows Of the apartment With commanding views of the sea Hung three portraits Of the False Dmitry’s One, Two and Three   False Dmitry One Sold umbrellas at a market stall Outside of The National Sports Stadium He sold only blue umbrellas He sold no others   False Dmitry Two […]

Janvier Warm and be ready at my tables of obedience all shall sup. Fevrier The goodwife has fed the pecking crows and shares the warmth of centuries. Mars Oh fair Melusine do not haunt my red-roofed tower. Avril Gather now the first flowers of the Spring and clothe the betrothed in their colour. Mai As […]

Living in the ice house I have grown used to the rape fields But not their colour Colour disturbs the monochrome mind. In the distance two trees Pretend they are green To please the flowers Who read well With the aid of mirrors.   Recently I have begun to question my parentage We are all […]

Where I will meet a friend In a coffee house And we will swop hats

I did not travel to Upminster On the day my daughter Travelled to Minster As I was feeling down

As the train stops a billboard informs me that I can rent onethousandmoviesinstantly but I only think of you counting the clouds in hop fields as they journey to France where we will meet them as we sip coffee at Gare de Champagne-Ardenne and discuss Satre and TGVs   A recluse stares at me from […]

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When passing a line of sale garments in a departmental store a white blouse trimmed in red said to me  “I know of your younger years citizen” Cheaper clothes are so dysfunctional   1984