A woman without beauty Drowns in her ordinariness I will share my tears

We met on that railway station Whose long platforms Were fringed with tall palm trees That dwarfed the passing trains You had engineered our meeting Knowing that I was travelling that day I was not sure at first whether you loved me Or whether you loved my poetry Or were in love with my image […]

Why are you so unhappy Henry My book of poetry has been criticised Too oblique too obscure are just two Of the criticisms in the press today He is crude racist homophobic They have accused me of all things How dare they I hope they all die Think what critics are Henry They are failed […]

Jane have you ever read Parade’s End By Ford Madox Ford I cannot say that I have At one stage Tietjens notes that one has to go to bed With a woman to be able to talk to her That sounds like shit to me Stan Maybe but it does say that to be friends […]

He has a gift for language That few can share He can see things That few can see He senses beauty Where beauty cannot exist He owns decorated pencils So that he might write Decorated poems

I am the Station Master at Clifford Railway Station Having held this position for over twenty-five years It is an unremarkable redbrick station rebuilt in 1910 After a fire had destroyed the original Victorian buildings Yet Clifford has one claim to fame As it is located on the longest stretch Of straight track anywhere in […]

Abstract Expressionism had it roots in Post War America It was supposed to represent American values And obviously promoted White Straight Far away from the Communist disease It was a strong male genre Which was deeply homophobic I was a typical artist of this period Living in a huge studio Working barefoot Wearing paint splashed […]

i protect my privacy and dislike intrusion i try not to be photographed and if I am then i disguise myself i wear dark glasses and look away if i know a camera is nearby but last week at a football match i was caught on film quite by accident as i used a washroom […]

I live with a girl named Small Town Amerika We have been together For just over six years And run a small gallery in Rye That Amerika inherited From her late father Who died in the Milwaukee Air Disaster In the June of 2013 Amerika also has a brother Who lives in Guildford But they […]

This is the first time that I have visited the Highlands I have been commissioned to write poetry about inhibitions And to catch midges in jars and execute them Without trial or any form of legal representation Another task is to count the loch ferries That cross in front of me at treetop height As […]