He was the forth of seven children From Lincoln Nebraska There was nothing remarkable in that He should have passed through his life Like a freight train in a desert town Unnoticed and forgotten by history But it did not work out that way And he is thought to have said Dead people are all […]

I have always been a sucker For deserted railway lines/tracks Whether here in the UK Or in the USA Just before the pandemic Josie and I drove across The Texas Panhandle Just for the experience We both thought it would be vast But were quickly suffocated By the nothingness It was not like anything That […]

Let us go to church you whore cunt Why did you say that Are you in bad mood Betta No more than normal Then why are you so explicit It is not a fucking church and you know it They are good people who love you They love who they think I am I am […]

Saturated with colour On a winter grey day Your heart is warm This brings me humour

Joe Ginny You once said That the best socialist Is a dead socialist Did eye Yes in your essay For the National Front News It did not go down very well Today it would be seen as Love Speech Was your pen at fault or did you believe your words Do you still wish ill […]

I stood on a drawing pin this morning It drew blood and stained my carpet Twp painful events in the space of an hour But I forgave the tiny creature Because of the regret it displayed

When the devil dies It does not go quietly The innocent suffer Before the new dawn

I own a copy of The First Man by Albert Camus There is a photograph of Camus on the cover of my paperback With a number of unidentified players From the Racing Universitaire d’ Alger football team He played as a goalkeeper for the RUA and once famously said “All that I know most surely […]

For a period of six months We robbed tourists on the beach Saffy was holding a decommissioned rifle That she found in a caravan We were partially naked And dressed in rags Nobody was hurt That was not our aim We were soon caught by the cops Who surprised us Whilst we were sunbathing I […]

Brittle morning air A crescent moon Hazel sleeps I share her dreams