These were supposed to be countries of romance Of beauty of the richness of life But they descended into countries of sorrow and hate   Why have you printed that on your canvas Maude It is for the summer exhibition Emily   I rather like it You are very kind Julia   Do you think […]

The Blue Pigeon Theatre Jane of the Red Manor is a dear friend of mine and lives in the small village of Worth which is just outside Sandwich in the county of Kent. It is a beautiful poem and is far superior to anything that I am currently writing and in its way conveys the […]

Stephenson and I visited a summer fair Which was being held on the dry yellow fields Which were once part of  the Blue Pigeon Farm I was again wearing my William Morris frock Which I thought best suited to the heat of this perfumed summer The stalls were offering a variety of homemade cakes and […]

I leave you in bed each morning With a cup of tea and some toast   When I return in the afternoon You too are at work in the dry cleaning shop   I do not wave with any frequency As I do not want to interrupt your day   These may seem to be […]

There is a small village not far from Sandwich in Kent It is called Worth and shares its name with the famous comedian Worth is equally as lovely as Sandwich and wears its history well There is a redundant red telephone box which is now a small library And the ancient creek has been dammed […]

Joseph Campbell once said that Catholic Nuns do not have visions of the Buddha Nor do Buddhist Nuns have visions of Christ and that the deity of one’s worship Is the function of one’s own state of mind Perhaps But why then do I have Buddha’s in my Garden Sue When I believe in Christ […]

There is a pebble on your head Myriam I know Is Outlaw writing a poem about us I fear so Robyn Yes Please get dressed as I do not how much longer I can avert my gaze     From Eroticism and Pebbles     Outlaw

Hope Ina Hope is a thief she steals identities   She has stolen mine and I am now naked and nameless   May God is my temporary name May God have mercy on me Is my temporary name in full   Full is my home town I was happy there Before I departed

When I was alone I did not like the person I was hanging out with   When I was within a large crowd I did not like the people around me   Susan Beckett told me That I was without Hope   This made me very angry As Hope is my best friend   I […]

I am a professional beach bum Today I spent time on a wartime winch I was writing as normal But things were different As I planned to put this poem Into a sea bottle And release it into the sea A trivia perhaps but a fun thing to do   Happy Birthday Totnes Railway Station  […]