I am sitting in a railway carriage   A woman is feeding her baby by the window   She asks if she may swop seats as the sun is hot   I agree without hesitation and ventilate the carriage further   The woman alights from the train at the next station   I know that […]

We are both sitting on railway platforms many miles apart I am sitting next to a lamp post staring into space You are sitting on the station benches Listening to the sounds of an autumn afternoon The quietness of the countryside surrounds us We are deafened by its silence I feel that we are near […]

The Red Bulls of Granada The bull ring smells of shit and fresh blood It is a familiar smell You have the ability to kill me And I have the ability to kill you My wife is sitting naked at her piano She is playing The Red Bulls of Granada She has a wonderful backside […]

A Question of Guilt  I recently purchased a flat near a railway station My friends thought it odd as I had always lived near a beach But they were not aware that I was tormented by just one question Are bulls aware of the deserts of Spain Each day I sit on the railway station […]

What does it really mean to be a Jew   I asked of a passing frog Nothing   It answered Jews don’t exist   There are only human beings   I then gave a mango to the frog and read from an ancient poem He visits my town once a year   He fills my […]

When I awoke this morning I was a little concerned to discover that I had become Spanish overnight   My rabbit had begun to call me Juan and my wife was called Elena   Apart from that everything else had remained the same   Or at least I thought it had for when I opened […]

A steam train waits at a station on the edge of the world As people sunbathe on a beach in Portugal The train conductor cuts a lonely figure on the icy platform Some shelter under the yellow and white sun breaks   She looks at the casual mountains above her Whilst others enjoy the the […]

On my return from Carpentras You gave me an unfinished poem Written by an angel I read it as I walked in procession Towards the church

You were destroyed on a warm August afternoon by the bombs of a liberating army Trains no longer cross your wide spans as they once did Only the supports remain to act as reminders of your original purpose The magnificent lions still guard the abutments on both sides of the wide river Their purpose was […]

I saw Simone de Beauvoir’s bottom today But it made no impact on me As I am blind