Where are you Joe  In Ashland Virginia  Josie is also in the US with her friends  Sephine is in Finland  We are scattered to the winds  The sisters have returned to Greece  Although Cora in returning quite soon  Why Ashland you might ask  That is easy as I like trains  I have a friend named Cassie …

Hi Bonni what are you doing here  You should be in the warm  As it is icicles out here I am homeless Lezah But you had such a lovely hutch  I was so jealous of you  And so were many of the other rabbits  What happened  Do you remember the storm  Which storm  Storm Willam Nobody…

There is a legend that scores of flying smails  Were frequently seen in the middle of the twelfth century  In the skies above Theydon Bois  These were noted and illustrated in the Epping Drolleries  I have lived in the village for many years But I have never seen a flying snail  Although they can be seen Occasionally…

Manning lit a cigarette  And thought of the dead queen  You cannot spoke in here mate  Sorry I forgot so many rules  In the distance  There was the sound of an explosion  What the fuck was that  The pub emptied in a flash  Somebody has assassinated the Prime Minister  What makes you say that  I…

I have just stolen  A rare edition  Of Ulysses  It dates from 1922 It was so easy as Maude  Distracted the old guy  With her gossamer blouse He was all eyes and no attention  We are now sitting  Inside the Cafe Camus  And can see the cops  Acting like bees  Maude no longer  Has dark hair …

I killed an Arab this morning  It was a racist killing  As I hate Arabs  My weapon lies deep  In the tired river  Its history hidden  I will kill other Arabs  When I feel that the time is white 

Alice and I caught a movie  On Pigeon Street  It had fallen from a roof  The King was already dead 

My sister is named Luna  She is two tears older than me  We own a cat named Rufus  Who insists on being released  At three thirty every morning  I often meet Luna on the landing  We are always naked  As the nights are humid  I return to my bed  My sister drinks iced water  On…

I woke up this morning  And noticed a single cloud  High In the mid morning sky  It was wearing my lip gloss 

I have a photograph of my father  Sitting on a bench at Evercreech Junction  He is reading Ulysses Leopold Molly Stephen and all  Mabel and Mabel’s sister  Are casting indecent glances  In his knowing direction  He is blind to their narrow eyes My mother took this photograph  I was shadow hidden in a pram  Then…