I arrived on the eighth floor In a descending elevator The automatic doors opened And I was faced by a giant man Who must have been At least six foot nine I told him that I did not want To travel with him and that He should take the stairs

Petra My crime if you can call it a crime Was feeling everything too deeply My punishment was surviving Vincent You were talking in your sleep again Was I who was I talking to You did not make that clear

We both came from families Of six sisters and two dogs I had known Margaret Jones forever But we never slept together Even though we shared holidays And sometimes bathed after long walks It just did not seem the right thing to do Margaret worked in a Swansea museum Whilst I was unemployed self employed […]

I am sitting invisibly At a main line station My train is sitting on platform four Five hours ago another train Hit a car killing both occupants Just over thirty miles down the line The train was partially derailed And the track suffered damage I could have made it home tonight But the inclination was […]

Earlier today the home help Had a miscarriage in the bathroom Whilst Ronald played golf on the lawn I dived into a pool full of weeds As I dearly wanted to drown Later I asked Tomas if the baby was his Which he denied without taking a breath In the afternoon we all went to […]

Whilst waiting for the Surf Train I noticed a traveller sitting Under a black parasol He was heavily dressed Which was unusual As the day was warm Wilma On arrival I went straight to the beach Which was mid-tide in low water This encouraged the swimmers Who like me were also combing the beach The […]

It was already broken Although in parts intact That is why I avoided mirrors And other reflective surfaces The last ten days Have totally exposed The poverty of my shattered heart

For many years I have cared for wild dogs But of late these creatures have become diseased In response I have organised culls on a massive scale Otherwise these diseases will infect other dogs

Was a fair maiden sweet of song Who swore like a farm labourer She lived in this village For one hundred years And then was born again This time with a milder tongue

Happy Mothers Day Wanda June Is a play written by Kurt Vonnegut My mistake is was called Happy Birthday Wanda June But this is not the reason That I am writing this poem I am writing is because I am scared Really Fucking Scared As I have discovered that that the….. Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch […]