Jane have you ever read Parade’s End By Ford Madox Ford I cannot say that I have At one stage Tietjens notes that one has to go to bed With a woman to be able to talk to her That sounds like shit to me Stan Maybe but it does say that to be friends…

He has a gift for language That few can share He can see things That few can see He senses beauty Where beauty cannot exist He owns decorated pencils So that he might write Decorated poems

I am the Station Master at Clifford Railway Station Having held this position for over twenty-five years It is an unremarkable redbrick station rebuilt in 1910 After a fire had destroyed the original Victorian buildings Yet Clifford has one claim to fame As it is located on the longest stretch Of straight track anywhere in…

Abstract Expressionism had it roots in Post War America It was supposed to represent American values And obviously promoted White Straight Far away from the Communist disease It was a strong male genre Which was deeply homophobic I was a typical artist of this period Living in a huge studio Working barefoot Wearing paint splashed…

i protect my privacy and dislike intrusion i try not to be photographed and if I am then i disguise myself i wear dark glasses and look away if i know a camera is nearby but last week at a football match i was caught on film quite by accident as i used a washroom…

I live with a girl named Small Town Amerika We have been together For just over six years And run a small gallery in Rye That Amerika inherited From her late father Who died in the Milwaukee Air Disaster In the June of 2013 Amerika also has a brother Who lives in Guildford But they…

This is the first time that I have visited the Highlands I have been commissioned to write poetry about inhibitions And to catch midges in jars and execute them Without trial or any form of legal representation Another task is to count the loch ferries That cross in front of me at treetop height As…

I often see the Devil Creeping low on buildings He is aware of my invasion But pretends not to see me Yet he awaits me in my dreams I ignored you for a single orange As you pushed me in a shopping trolley Past the redundant gas holders grey

Jane and I were in Margate yesterday in celebration of the day I purchased six red balloons for Jane as she likes red balloons We were off to see the new Banksy As we both have the hots for the artist But nothing happened as the normally totally useless council Had moved the freezer and…

As a European I am not used to this heat My clothes are wretched but this is unnoticed By my fellow passengers bright in their contentment About a week ago I was in a Kent charity shop I was buying a couple of paperbacks for the journey There was an elderly couple next to me…