The yacht is reflected  The sea is glass  Nothing moves 

Abstract patterns In ripening fields Gulls following tractors Far out at sea

Heavy tunnels over country lanes Blossoms dripping from hanging trees Fields being readied for harvest days Orchards bare yet already busy Nothing had prepared me For this wonderful journey 17th April 2025

I have just seen the light It is not an urban legend It happens once a year On the occasion of his birthday But is it the morning sun Or something far greater

Emma Patterson collected pearls And kept them in a small velvet box She had a sister named Orianda Who often called Emma My Little Watercress Sister Which she secretly enjoyed

I often sit with Christine On our leafy balcony Opposite the statue of my father We share soft citric sodas And smoke secret cigarettes

It was an unusual July day As it had rained constantly Despite the air being soft to the touch You stood in front of me Wearing just a damp chemise It was then that I noticed The raindrops on your bare shoulders

Two plus Two equals Four I agree Two plus Two Does not equal five That is obvious It is absurd to say anything else Anything Else Funny Girl Josie Joe & Josie

In 2015 they finally closed the Jessop flyover It had been built with sub-standard materials And had been falling down for many years During its demolition two skeletons were found Hidden in the low level supports The Parker Twins disappeared in early 1965 Both were known to the police having served time It was thought…

This id nit mu voice I so not speak like this I was illiterate until I ws nine They thought that there was something Wrong with me And then I blossomed I no longer live in this street But I do visit my parents And paek my flash motor In front of their house I…