they are all around us they are in alleys on sidewalks on passing trains they can be seen on the brightest of days and the thickest of nights ghosts have been known to haunt commercial divers in the depths of the bay and military pilots high in the blue they are everywhere yet are nowhere […]

My father is a famous writer He belonged to what was termed The Kitchen Sink School I have always admired his work Like many he came to London From a decaying northern city And exchanged his vacancy For another vacancy This was long before I was born We watched a newsreel recently Which dealt with […]

My long time girlfriend Is an actress named Tazzle McLean Who is known for her Shakespearean roles During the summer she was Miranda at the National But she is currently resting As we are expecting our first child She is one of three sisters who are all actresses On Saturday we popped along to the […]

She was burnt at the stake For heresy and witchcraft In the English colony of Ireland Her life portrait hangs on my wall I often refer to her as  La Femme Parfaite

I had just visited the top of my house To retrieve some important papers When I noticed a spinning orb High above the main staircase It seemed to be half filled with violet water With a confusion of coloured rays trapped within Petronilla of Meath She was burnt at the stake For heresy and witchcraft […]

During my time as a journalist I met the terrorist Margit Kauffman on a number of occasions She had led an incredibly violent life And killed political opponents without thought When she was cornered she killed a couple of cops Before being captured and cruelly assaulted Margit Kauffman had been incarcerated for over six years […]

Late last year I managed to leave my harp on the train to Cambridge This said I was not disadvantaged for very long as a fellow traveller Turned up at the Leopold Memorial Hall with my harp in his pocket He told me that his name was Stanley and that he had been born in […]

If you kill a cockroach You are a hero If you kill a butterfly You are evil Morals have aesthetic criteria I have written this in my notebook As I did on my first visit Nothing has really changed The marsh looks as empty As it did in April And although the air is chilled […]

The days are getting greyer The weeks shorter We have been promised colour Although the skies are still flat Edith

I should be putting my hands Around your throat But that will not happen Because I am a gentle creature Who is full of love Edith