some say that I am an a-hole because of all the shit that comes out of my mouth   butt i tell them that most of it comes out via my pen and that a-holes are pretty useful   as if they did not exist at all then one would quickly fill up with shit […]

The wind insects now almost without form Can be seen floating on the evening breeze  

I am not interested in narrative formalism That demands a beginning a middle and an end I just found a piece of sea glass on a beach that is not noted For its sea glass as there are no historical records of industry nearby It was not even a mature piece of sea glass as […]

In the dry heat of this friendly summer My country lanes remain soft to the touch  

This has been an slow idle summer seemingly without end But it will end quietly and slowly as the year matures

The leaves of many trees have already turned But autumn is far from our thoughts

I first heard his voice on my grandmothers record player On a visit to her country cottage I asked who he was as I loved his soft voice And was told that his name was Al Bowlly   I enquired whether I might see him in concert But Grandma told me that he was dead […]

Late August flowers still bright Move quietly in the balanced breeze

I live by the sea in a large house With extensive sea views From most of the windows Yet I often sit on broken chairs And stare at the vacant horizons   The instability of these chairs Are there to remind me That not everything in the world Can be considered beautiful And that journeys […]

Dearest Dearest Anna If only our lives were as exciting as that But I can never see little Kingsdown becoming a bolt hole for hit men and women even if they are as beautiful as Penelope You write such good fictions so much better than me I have some good news and some bad news […]