I have a reoccurring dream It is a rather strange dream I am sitting on a suitcase On a usually busy railway line In theory I am in serious danger Of being hit by a speeding train But nothing happens to me I can see a train in the distance But it never passes through…

Has just one poster on her bedroom wall Snakes Alive was a Lithuanian pop group That had toured the UK without much fuss And had disbanded soon afterwards She was given the poster by the drummer Who was a close friend of her elder brother

I am Half French And half something else My French half Owns a dairy farm We have just three cows Named un deux trois Who will kick you If you pass behind them Without asking permission

Can often be found in grassy fields Unexplained mounds anonymous in time Bridges that are remarkable due to their vacant use Lines of trees that suddenly thin without real reason Summer campsites are dotted along these long lost lines Slow trains used to run where the finest apples now grow Marcus Smith (2026)

Do you ever sit out here Deep in the orchard Counting the stars Sometimes but not very often As I am a little afraid of the dark These apples are never shaded by the night Even the grasses are illuminated by fireflies There is no need to be alarmed I quite often sit on this…

During the current hot weather My brother Stephen showers me With the help of his girlfriend Stefanie Their idea of showering is to place My wheelchair under the shower As they share a bath and fool around I am not in the least offended As it beings me great pleasure To witness their summer games…

the flower was wilting in the scalding gutter it now sleeps in a water filled jar

it was so hot yesterday that my city stopped moving the temperatures by the sea were the equivalent or near it was where a jigsaw puzzle floated in a green and white beach bag blue

My mother always forgot my birthdays It was an easy date to remember The First of June I was her only daughter She remembered all other birthdays Even my cousins received cards But my mat remained vacant This has confused me for many years

I am enjoying this summer So very much That I have decided to abandon Autumn Winter and Spring In an hour I will be painting quietly Where the ripe lemons sleep This is my reality