Tiffany had invited me To her pottery factory It was a very hot day in Sussex She was launching A series of Gentleman Cricketers As well as some decorated tiles I was very impressed By the dexterity of her creations It was only as I was leaving And Tiff was climbing the stairs That I […]

I had not planned to walk any distance yet I did so almost by accident I followed a cycle path between Rye and Camber Swifts and Swallows and other summer visitors High Blue Soft High Blue Unfinished poem July 19th 2024

Jill Barlow has a dog named Banana It is a long haired Chihuahua Strangely for such a small dog It likes visiting churches

Caroline Blue stood at the mid point of the canal She had just purchased an apartment Next to the railway crossing She was reading the book that she had written L’histoire de mes amours

In 1963 a new concrete bridge Was constructed over the river It was the first bridge Built in my home town For a thousand years My parents are buried Within its view During a visit To my home town I was asked to go shopping It was as I walked Down the hill That I […]

Harry Hooker A man of the land Sit here for a while and chat The weather is the weather We just have to get on with it …. A memorial seat in a Kent churchyard

Livvy It is so nice to hear from you In answer to your question Estrella Damm is a beer Brewed in Barcelona It is a happy beer A summer beer Which advertises itself well Its latest movie Verano (Summer) 78 Is sad but joyful All at once And features beautiful Straight White people Enjoying endless […]

In 1963 a new concrete bridge Was constructed over the river It was the first bridge Built in my home town For a thousand years My parents are buried Within its view During a visit To my home town I was asked to go shopping It was as I walked Down the hill That I […]

The Daughters of Bilitis Knocked at my front door As I was cooking dinner for Harry They were selling The Ladder As they frequently did I purchased a copy As Harry was into dykes And I could not stand basketball Looking back after Harry left me I suppose this was Middle Amerika

My sisters husband Beat me to death With our neighbours trash can Was my favourite poem At his trial he tried to blame The poetry of Pierre Louÿs Which was quite ridiculous As he could not read I watched him hang On a cold October morning In front of the tobacconists Before I went to […]