Adam and Eve Adam and Eve visited my kitchen this morning They were sheltering from a violent storm Which was flooding the town They brought produce from their perfect garden And placed the fruits of the wilderness On my wooden table

Você visitou Fátima hoje e se lembrou das crianças

Today I purchased seven paperback books all written by Paulo Coelho I had no intention of reading the novels My intention was the create a temporary art installation I found a suitable path on Hungerford Common And randomly placed the seven books amongst the buttercups I took seven photographs from seven different angles And waited […]

There is a field now far from the Westbury White Horse That used to be a wartime airfield Angela and I would climb a tree next to the railway line And watch the bombers as they took off heavy with their payloads The field is still there but it is no longer an airfield But […]

As I look over the fields of spring buttercups I remember my motherland I would have spilt blood for her But instead chose exile As I could no longer feel The bruised soil of my fathers AW 1938

Kalinka Komrade Leslie was cruising along the Thames With his Russian bride Natasha They were travelling to Algiers A Green Jesus smiled at them From the Hanging Woods Kalinka Kalinka On the towpath near the snowball trees Children sang and danced to the Russian song In the main square of the maiden town A girl […]

I wonder if the Lumiere brothers haunt this station still Or is it a trick of the light A slight of the eye As the train arrives

Victory I sketched for a minute and drew a hunched figure in a cloak The figure was looking into a valley The title of this sketch was Victory Have you written any further poems? Yes There is only one May I see it? It is a slightly mysterious and maybe nostalgic poem But I do […]

There is a SPA Near the HAHA Not far from the CINEMA Showing LALA Land

Decay has set in although it is not yet terminal The station sees more trains these days Which is a small improvement But the neglect of the past still hangs heavily in the air I am in the utilitarian waiting shelter And can sense the railwaymen of the past Remembering the people from this once […]