In my youth I developed incestuous thoughts About my European half sister Even though I had never met her I wore her raven miniature around my neck But was shocked to discover That she wore only a vial of dark poison

A navy blue blind bus Passed me in the rain It was full of impecunious souls Seeking alms and warm cheer

Via Stonehenge In the rain It always rains On Thursdays Fairy champion  Sweet little one Gentle beloved Pierre of The Ambiguities

I spent a month in Run Rig With three Irish sisters Shilya Kweeva and Sahveen In a large brick house That overlooked the sea We swam sculpted And wrote poetry together Some of our drift wood sculptures Can still be found on tolerant days

I spent a month in Run Rig With three Irish sisters Síle Caoimhe and Sadhbhín In a large house that overlooked the sea We swam painted and wrote poetry together Some of our drift wood sculptures Can still be found on tolerant days  

In my most recent dream I was walking naked Around an art gallery with Sadhbhin There were other naked people In the gallery although I did not recognise them Apart from Sile who had organised my show The Agility of Angels was in gallery two Due to its shape and size It has taken me […]

When I was studying at Cambridge I shared a flat with my sister Josephine It was a large flat in the centre of the city With a rather strange feature A triangular bath Josie and I often shared this place of worship And read our essays to each other It was a good place to […]

Did you spend the night with Stockley Yes She is very taken with you The feeling is mutual Stockley has a great figure So have you Not as nice as hers She is a girl with all the gifts I am so jealous Tony There is nothing wrong with you I do hope that you […]

Stella received an early Christmas gift A bottle of blush sunsets Each was different in its colour They were often caught Within the harsh winter light And lit up her liquid eyes December 16, 2025

I received an early Christmas gift today A large bottle of glass butterflies Each was different in its colour They were often caught Within the late winter light And lit up my small back room