In my dream I had moved back to Shepherds Bush Where I had lived as a child I had not been too happy about moving back As I thought that the area would be inner city and violent But I found nothing but nice people and a gentle community We were running a newsagents shop […]

Is Mule your real name No Why are you called Mule That is my nickname What is your real name I cannot remember That is an unusual name But why Mule Because I am the offspring of a Jack and a Mare My sister is called Hinny A nickname Yes as she is the offspring […]

Rugby is a game for real men  I know  Unlike football  Do you agree Jim  Yes  What do you like about rugby  It is a mans sport  But girls like the game too  I am aware of that as at the game yesterday I saw a girl with a mane of golden hair  She was […]

Those who serve England Must expect nothing from her We debase ourselves If we regard our country As merely a place to eat and sleep   She is a mother and a wife a sister too   Who is shy and retiring yet full of grace I adore her sweet breezes and feminine face Her […]

A Stone Age man was looking into his fire When he witnessed the future He watched with astonishment As a high speed train screamed Through an empty station Under a dying sun He was concerned That the world As he knew it Was about to end  

The bumble bees are far away I cannot hear their hazy sounds In the silent bushes sparse today   The decadent flowers Are just the blush dreams Of the silk soft summer months     28/01/22

You are sleeping quietly Almost hidden between the sheets Raw Red and Pure White A January Crescent Moon overlooks you But does not share your quiet dreams In the pale skies the Travelling Gulls Are returning to their home shores And are celebrating in the vacancy of the dawn

A boy swings on a low branch near a railway The branch weakens A strong wind breaks the branch It falls on to a railway line A train passes over the fallen branch Its braking system is damaged The train runs into a stationary train Serious damage is caused to the train The boy reads […]

i have only ever passed through Cannes Railway Station My name is Olive Green And i once wrote a book Italian Science Fiction Which proved very unpopular in the city And i have been informed That if i ever alight on to platform six That my life will be in danger

In my dream I was in Nice railway station Sketching its beautiful ornate interiors When the owner of a bookstall approached me And asked if I would like to buy a Barcelona scarf I told him that I would although the day was red blue raw But my major concern was that I was still […]