You are sometimes known  As the Oak Moon or the Cold Moon  This is your final visit before you  Fade into deep winter I wrote this poem  In the hour before I retired  Little did I know  That our troublesome cat  Would wake me up  Some hours later  And that I would find myself  Freezing in the Night Garden  […]

You are all legitimate targets  You know who you are  Resign now  Enjoy your cornflakes 

I have a rather scatty flatmate  Her name is Winter Erotic  She is the type of person  Who makes coffee  And forgets to drink it  Last Tuesday I returned from work  And found her in the bathroom  Washing her hair over the sink  Dressed only in my track bottoms  She apologised for her state of […]

I never had time  To say goodbye  Sedate days Green Gold Vermilion

Monstrueuse réalité Comme je suis content de plus habiter à Paris  

Zest  Infinite Zest 

I can see a large piece of ice  just below the surface  of the wide river  it is heavily populated 

The grey sky white darkening  Fades behind our seasonal tree  Unknown lights dome bright  Dance briskly in slow motion  Honey sweet perfumes linger

Sephine I have always had had happy memories of the hill at Lardon Chase  Joe and eye used to visit this wonderful place during the warmer months  And quite occasionally on snowy winter days and risk our lives tobogganing  In the summer we would often picnic (I was often topless) and generally enjoy our innocence  Joe […]

I found a poetry book  In a church in Goring  Not far from the River Thames  Quite a number of books  Had been donated by those  With kind hearts and gentle ways  It was a book of collected poems  A thick paperback tired and well read  I found a cinema ticket hidden  Between pages ninety six […]