I am sitting with my sister  On a railway station  My brother is a train driver  He has visited my mother  As she has been unwell  We are quietly awaiting  The latest news from home 

Joe  You seem to have a great number of friends  They are on my payroll Julie  One of them was in trouble recently  Really which one  Martha What was her crime  She sent a photo of the CEO who was assassinated recently  To her local councillor  It was planning to close a WW2 footbridge over a […]

Have you always been a mad girl Josie  Ewe should know Sephine  Come again  Cora are you finished in the bathroom  Five minutes I am still in afterglow street  Do stop at the lights and look out for cyclists  You have not answered my question  What question  Have you always been a mad girl  No I […]

I am a hunter of the hyenas  Who live in the filthy sewers  Of my home city Some say I am a  Big Game Hunter But I am nothing of the sort  As I am committed to  Exterminating the imported vermin  That cause so much sorrow  To my friends and neighbours  I kill nothing else 

I had chosen a wet misty night  To film the brutal stfreight trains  As they passed through my local station  The actual filming took me just over an hour  As I was getting ready to leave  A woman slipped on a nearby ramp  I helped her to her feet as she was a little dazed She […]

Why do you sit alone my friend Because that is the way you made me  I wanted to be gregarious and social  But you left me in this darkened room  With limited views over the city 

Yes I am lying in the ground  But my lips are moving  Who said that Joe  The poet Osip Mandelstam  He was one of the first Russian poets I read after Pushkin  Like many other writers he incurred the wrath of Stalin  It did not help that he wrote  His cockroach moustache laughs  Perching on his […]

You are sometimes known  As the Oak Moon or the Cold Moon  This is your final visit before you  Fade into deep winter

The colour grey is a neutral colour that falls between black and white                                                                                      […]

The river is high  It has risen Since the storms The city is busy  But seems quiet  Under the flat skies Colours although bright  Are rather dull  I move without passion