Solitude is sometimes a great healer If the sea is smooth Then its reflections are kind And full of love   Solitude is sometimes a great healer If the sea is smooth And its reflections kind Then it is full of love

I have always believed in the music of mathematics I have always believed that coincidences are never accidental But why is the symmetry of numbers sometimes so painful

Beauty and sadness are the only guests That will sit at my Christmas table this year   The limbs of naked trees are silhouetted Against the winter wild skies   Anonymous ships can be seen On the powder pink horizons   These are my only friends        

As I travelled through Wiltshire On a Christmas train I found that I had no real past And my memories were no longer painful   My past was in a box and I was the only key holder   One cannot change the past It is open to interpretation That is all The future will […]

I have a friend in Bromley Who claims to have met my Golden sister whilst beach combing I do not believe or disbelieve him As when I was exploring the inter tidal zones I also met his sister But I was not beach combing

It was an unusual sight A grown man weeping On the shoulder of a girl At a mainline station In the full view of the curious   The girl was wearing A coloured sweet wool hat   I knew that I would have to leave Before this slow drama reached a conclusion But I had […]

I love travelling People pass They enter your life briefly And then they go You do not see them age

A curtain had been drawn across the sky Causing a deep dull December day I attended a football match The last before Christmas Which was played under blankets Of low grey stratocumulus cloud As this was a coastal town a fine sea mist Had begun to swirl around the bright floodlights Which gave the game […]

On one extraordinary day last summer The normally calm beach at Saint Clemente Was hit by a series of large waves Which had been caused by an earthquake at sea This attracted a great deal of attention And Jane and I spent a great deal of time Diving in and out of the waves and […]

When I was very young We used to live at a gas station Not far from the state line To the rear of our small house There were the Black Mountains Which was something of a misnomer As the peaks were snow covered For three of the four seasons each year My father owned a […]