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What are you reading Joe Holiday Haunts What is that In short it was a holiday guidebook issued By the Great Western Railway in 1947 Mummy gave to me as a birthday present May I look What do you notice Patricia I know what you are going to say Blue Remembered Hills I love the […]

Hello My name is Marianne And I am Paris born and bred In a city of beautiful women I feel that I am plain And this regret is enhanced Because I have only half an arm The result of a moped accident This said I am a graceful girl But one who swims In the […]

Joe I hear that you were by the sea yesterday I was Did you have a nice time Yes and no Why It was too busy for me I thought that the situation Was under control Like **** it was But but they promised They never promised you a rose garden Rose That is my […]

For the last few weeks Joe and I have been searching for Pale England Our travels have taken us through Kent and Sussex The counties of our childhood years unfinished poem Josie 2023

Rusting rails slipping into a listless shingle They used to carry fish freshly caught Railway wagons dry rotting In a surreal landscape These all interest me Sea Cabbages and Red Valerian Dry grasses burnt gold Dungeness in Late August What a garden I have I share it with myself

clouds with a blunt pencil deserts do that to you when the summer ends

In the garden at Prospect Cottage I found a couple stretched out Looking at the sky I pretended not to notice And released this quiet poem It was the least that I could do

Hi Joe Maureen It is nice to hear from you Alan and I have split up We both tried hard But we are so different I am sorry to hear that As you can imagine I am quite liquid at present But thought that I was drying up Until I read your Sussex poems They […]

When I visit East Sussex On summer days I always bring a pad and a pen My pad stays with me Whilst my pen explores