I met an acrylic fairy today On a busy London street She spoke in no more Than a fractured whisper Do not fade away Please do not fade away

Srinivasa Ramanujan Aiyangar[a] (22 December 1887 – 26 April 1920) was an Indian mathematician. Though he had almost no formal training in pure mathematics, he made substantial contributions to mathematical analysis, number theory, infinite series, and continued fractions, including solutions to mathematical problems then considered unsolvable. Often regarded as one of the greatest mathematicians of all time, Ramanujan initially developed his own mathematical […]

When you take a long train journey What do you do I write poetry or at least Brainstorm ideas Why did you create Joe Because I like masks Josie told me that you met a philosopher Yes Did ewe discuss anything Coffee Yes please No we discussed coffee Coffee Yes Sugar Okay What is your […]

another poet jealous of my success challenged me to knife fight in a red phone box my reply was quite negative as blue phone boxes were of more interest to me than the classical red ones

I am a very tidy person My apartment will testify to that Everything is ordered And in its right place My brother visited me recently And said that if I disappeared That nobody will have realised That I ever existed in the first place

Whilst the rest of the country Has been battered by storms Eastern Kent has remained quite dry Indeed there was a pleasurable breeze today That accompanied the High White Sun It is known locally as the Dover South Wind 23/09/24

I live in August which is a small village About twelve miles inland from the sea It is cold in the winter and hot in the summer My sister and I run a small seasonal cafe Which is named Sweet Snowflakes in August

Why is it as the winds hasten winter That I continue to think of our summer An atlas of a silent wilderness The railway station in the cornfields The horizontal journeys of our dreams

It is far from idle my love I do love my afternoons Lying in your arms floating (with sea views no less) My summer dress Dances on its hanger The sea breeze Occupies our room

Sometimes we stay in bed During the morning hours It is a nice way to relax And we are able to plan Our long summer afternoons Jack & Jacky