Saturated with colour On a winter grey day Your heart is warm This brings me humour

Joe Ginny You once said That the best socialist Is a dead socialist Did eye Yes in your essay For the National Front News It did not go down very well Today it would be seen as Love Speech Was your pen at fault or did you believe your words Do you still wish ill…

I stood on a drawing pin this morning It drew blood and stained my carpet Twp painful events in the space of an hour But I forgave the tiny creature Because of the regret it displayed

When the devil dies It does not go quietly The innocent suffer Before the new dawn

I own a copy of The First Man by Albert Camus There is a photograph of Camus on the cover of my paperback With a number of unidentified players From the Racing Universitaire d’ Alger football team He played as a goalkeeper for the RUA and once famously said “All that I know most surely…

For a period of six months We robbed tourists on the beach Saffy was holding a decommissioned rifle That she found in a caravan We were partially naked And dressed in rags Nobody was hurt That was not our aim We were soon caught by the cops Who surprised us Whilst we were sunbathing I…

Brittle morning air A crescent moon Hazel sleeps I share her dreams

Nora is sitting opposite me We are on a train to Trieste Last night we slept together For the first time I still feel awkward about this As she is engaged to Gretta Who is my best friend

There is an old unmade road Near where I live It dates from the last war And is slowly crumbling in time The woman with two dogs Often walks her pets along this road We chat as we look at the sea Yesterday she told me That the small brown dog Was her favourite As…

In a corner of this vast field Is a small cottage with a green door This is where the summer folk live