A memory from my childhood years Was the light at the top of the stairs This simple lantern glowed brightly And was deeply comforting to me So much that I considered it was God When my father died my mother removed The light at the top of the stairs And the deep darkness returned This…

I only attend Slow Riots In my dreams

This hotel was once visited by royalty It is not a car park as you might think But is the place where East Hastings comes to fish God’s Percussion Black Boys and Sauce

These are our last days Said Florence As she held my hand At a gas station In the Nowhere Desert They are coming to get us You and I American Pie Hold your weapon tightly That is your final hope It will not save you But it will delay the inevitable And you Nina Wood…

I see that Frankie played in Liverpool last night Really I thought they disbanded years ago They did this was a one off It brings back memories Do you remember the RELAX vest you wore on our holiday in Devon I do I purchased it whilst passing through Shepherds Bush Market What were you doing…

In a South Devon church There is a memorial Remembering William Bastard A soldier of the Great War Who died at Ypres in October 1914 Aged just twenty-three I feel the sadness of his parents Who lost their beloved son Before he had even matured I have very little time for the leaders Of this…

I have visited the same village in South Devon on many occasions It has a beautiful church which is much loved by those in the village The graveyard is the quietest one that I have ever visited It seems to be trapped in time and there is a feeling of total serenity One grave has…

We all suffer invasions Each Day To Day I was sitting on a humid beach With my partner Jane The beach was quite empty And then the people arrived I resented them As they had invaded My private space Some invasions are welcome Some invasions are not welcome Some invasions are acts of war

During the last war the artists Claude Cahun and Marcel Moore hung a banner in a local church in Jersey It read Jesus is great but Hitler is greater Because Jesus died for the people But people die for Hitler I would not die for any fascist leader I will not die for any cause…

Today I purchased The Complete Poems of Hart Crane From a second hand bookshop In Newton Abbot This was a lucky find As my train was seriously delayed It was whilst reading Crane’s poetry That a waitress in the buffet approached me And expressed an interest in his work We read together between tea toast…