In the country of Spaera Every town and every village Is called Violet Bear Nobody knows why

When reading your work I often Come across this thought It is so true I am sitting on a terrace here in Vence Marie-Claude in opposite me We are both drinking Coca Cola (I have learnt my lesson Joe) We both feel exhausted (I will let you make your own mind up) Monique is driving […]

Josie Do you realise that adelante Is a Spanish word Meaning forward I always look forward That is the problem today People look back And argue about history Why argue about it Yesterday I was in Canterbury I was carrying a bag of dust From a nearby beach Joe Vence is very beautiful But you […]

Swallows Swifts and House Martins Are here again in their numbers Summer has arrived in Deal

You look pale against the violet sheets Bicycles are such cruel machines I am bathing your tanned leg As you watch the migratory birds

Yvonne et Martin From your affectionate friend 21 December 1929 Whose hand is this Will I ever find out We share the dancers

I followed the line of the narrow river As I made my way across the city I watched the sun as it teased the clouds All the colours of the day Were vivid to my eye Everything was illuminated

It was an undecided day But this did not hinder The vivid colours In any manner As they assaulted my senses In those gardens by the Stour

Christina was asleep on her bed I had carried her there She was naked With her back towards me I could see her black pubic hairs Which were still damp Today was Thursday

The wooden telegraph poles Followed the contours of the road Christina before her disablement Was wearing a white cotton dress I could see the shadow of her sex As she walked towards me Warm Summer Rain