Dearest Carrie I trust you are well and that NYC is to your liking With reference to your invitation It would be a pleasure to visit you in the Fall How strange it was to have spotted you Walking across that bridge With trains passing above you And vehicles to your side I loved your […]

When I was at school I studied architecture Instead of mathematics Venice was my subject Yet I was confused How such a beautiful city Had been built in a muddy lagoon When I asked my master He sent me a short film clip Of a silver subway train Crossing an iron bridge I discovered the […]

My wife and I were camping On Thistledown Common We were snug and naked In our joint sleeping bag Our aim was to photograph Dawn breaking her night colour And painting the skies passion But that did not happen As we were awoken by a helicopter Which was hovering above us The down draft blew […]

If you find anything by chance it is chance only You might consider it a quirk of mathematics The music of maths- but it is not -as the music Is replaced by a vacancy- unlikely to be repeated Yesterday on a street in Folkestone I found a posy A small posy of mixed dry flowers […]

Laying on my perfumed pillow thinking about the art of Scandinavia Watching an Urban Artist from a vandalised bus shelter Walking into the bathroom naked and quite sleepy and finding that your brother is taking a piss He says that I look like a boy I accept this as a compliment Visiting a pencil factory […]

He said to me that he did not expect to return And entrusted me with his battered black Bible He was right as he and his unit did not return After the war had ended I married my Winnie And returned to teaching mathematics at Grey Towers About a year later I discovered his Bible […]

I knew him for just a single night He was the most gentle of lovers Tender compassionate and quiet Later I saw him off at the railway station All I can remember of him was his eyes His deep green and incredibly sad eyes

I can remember him well A strange chap who always Carried a Bible in his hand He called himself a pacifist But he was the most brutal soldier That I have ever served with

I fish frequently But never catch a fish Because I do not own a rod

They die without controversy Not expecting the Zen moment Until it arrives All fish have predatory instincts Otherwise they would not survive Until that final moment of Zen