Julie is naked in the bath She is reading Anne Sexton’s poetry The bath is illuminated by six candles That once belonged to William We have been invited to share his flat

Darcy is naked in the bath She is reading James Tate’s poetry The bath is illuminated by six candles That once belonged to William We have been invited to share his flat

Silvia is naked in the bath She is reading Anne Sexton’s poetry The bath is illuminated by six candles That once belonged to William We have been invited to share his flat

Darcy Julie and Gigi Tom Travelled to Manchester To follow the William Trail They visited his place of study And the bleak canal Where he ended his life

I was reborn today In a green glass dish I await the world

Summer of Elizabeth – a fiction from your flu ridden friend – enjoy or hate Summer of Elizabeth – from your flu ridden friend – enjoy or hate Eleanor – but I feel that I can write Summer of Elizabeth – you can write Max – do not doubt yourself – I will read your…

I thought of myself as a writer But failed dismally I thought of myself as a poet But failed dismally I thought of myself as an artist But I had no talent You will always be a chemist Max Nothing but a chemist My father had said to me She is a very exotic creature…

Need I say more All words are now spent

That is the question

I am working late Please do not disturb me