I met my uncle in London today He was visiting the UK with Marie-Angela I have not seen them for over five years We sat in a trendy restaurant in Chelsea Celebrating his recent knighthood My uncle handed me a gift The Penguin Book of Haiku This was very thoughtful of him As although I […]

A warm breeze from the south Accompanied by a deep sun Has transformed the colours On both sides of the coastal path The grey days are gone But not totally forgotten March was a bitter friend AWC 1958

The first thing that strikes one Is the vastness of the sky The sea is infinite and reflective And changes fluidly without theatre It is a walk of dusty unmade roads Thread lined with remote coastal homes Empty or just infrequently used The idle toys of the fortunate few Late April/Early May

There was an earthquake yesterday A great deal of damage was caused But the golf carts were left untouched

The sun sets slowly Beneath the horizon Leaving only memories

On an empty stage An assassin dies Faux dreams haunt my dreams In a theatre of fools Faux dreams haunt my dreams Joe I think ewe have gone too far this time You have upset a great number of people With your criticism of the English Church I even think that Daddy would be x […]

Artist in residence Commissions undertaken London trained Owns a cat Married to Carolyn

Breakfast before the eighth hour Bare feet on dry stone floors The heat is building Black coffee Sisters

Hidden on a deep shelf Wearing a blue cotton shirt Your blonde hair toused The early sea awaits your visit

Maureen and Maude Purchased an unwanted Fishing boat So they could offer trips Around East Cheap Speake Bay Their business soon thrived But the smell of fresh fish Never really left the Lucy Lee