I live in a world without history It is nice place to hang out I can go around and call myself Cirencester And have a girl friend named Dap Duck

Judith has a studio in Bang It is near the railway I can hear trains passing As I lay in bed in the morning By then my sister is working In her studio of the veils She is mainly an abstract artist Working with very bright colours Whereas I am a lyrical poet Who has […]

When I was nineteen I suffered a serious car crash in Portugal Apart from cuts and a few bruises I was totally uninjured The driver of my taxi Who was also unhurt Likened the whole episode To that of a religious experience Whilst believing him I found my experience To be far more erotic

Whilst on holiday in Cyprus I was like any good English girl Shagging myself through the island That was until I met a chap named Paul Who was hung like a deformed horse He took me to another dimension Wow wow and many times wow But I dropped him like brick And took Holy Orders […]

I was hitching on the toad to Damascus Without much luck So I removed my panties And flashed for lifts This said I did not accept any offers As I live in a bungalow

I have invited Saul and Paul To my riverside studio I always paint in the nude Which appears to excite them As they are both fully erect Although I am quite tempted I scold them gently And note that we are here To create art and not babies

I am the subject The Colour And the model

I always paint in the nude On blank canvases Sometimes I invite my friends

I always paint in the nude On blank canvases

April and I often stay at Club 39 When we are in Greece I have just finished my book Angle Mort which is a thriller Set amongst the Greek Islands We have decided to rest here Before I start the sequel April is a boutique poet Who writes in several languages I wish I had […]