I am a little worried about Joe His nose keeps bleeding It ruins his looks A boon hit him in the face And I think it is more serious Than he thinks We will be in New York on Wednesday Hopefully it will be nothing It looks like Joe had a fight with the boon […]

In the hour before I rise I normally meet myself Imagined violets Float around my little room A mad girl finds happiness

Did you kill him because of his colour No Then why did you kill him I acted out of love What did he say That is of no importance I repeat why did you kill him To put him out of his misery It was a compassionate act I do not consider shooting a man […]

Lived alone on a farm in the outback With his sisters Aimee and Beth It was a lonely existence Was the name of their dog Once every quarter a travelling cinema Passed within eighty miles of the farm Neither Aimee or Beth cared As they preferred the realism Of documentaries black white and grey The […]

Let this Movie Be a Poem About Summer Bathing in a Golden Field

I am carrying rural folk songs In my vintage filofax The songs are very similar

I am dedicating This book to myself Without you I am nothing

The air has cooled but is still warm Her days are now marginally shorter There is a taste of autumn upstream

Bonfires populate the fading meadows That long border the darkening river Fires have been started

Martha We are halfway across the ocean Initially we were heading south Bu then I injured my nose It bled a great deal I hope it is not broken This said we are sailing towards New York As I am going to meet a specialist in the city Daddy’s first cousin Who I have not […]