When I was fifteen I can remember that a television programme called Aquarius caused a stir when it showed a scene from British Sounds by Jean Luc Godard in which a naked woman both ascends and descends a staircase in rather plain house.   Little was left to the imagination and the woman’s pubic bush […]

I live in the town of Naked Happy People here in Texas If a town was the opposite of its name then this is that town It has one of the highest homicide rates in the state considering its size Only last night two bikers were shot to death not far from the old chemical […]

I am sitting on a lonely Spanish railway station with a female philosopher Her name is Ines Although that is not important Last year this station was the scene of a murder I ask Ines for her thoughts She explains to me that it was a gang murder although she does not go in to […]

You close your leaves at night to protect your pollen But before you sleep I run my fingers lightly over your Pom-Pom-Poms So that I may dream of your perfumes exotic and rare You are said to be vain and quite poisonous But this is a transparent myth Uncertain of its origin Which was lost […]

Against my better judgement I have a few media sites live My publisher told me that it was a good move As I am naturally quite reclusive Get out there he said Let people see the man behind the books So I with a certain dread I complied The trouble is that I am a […]

I came across the art installation as I walked down a path to the beach About thirty naked people were positioned on the rocks that overlooked the sea I recognised some of my friends but they did not acknowledge me An artist approached me and asked whether I like to be part of the installation […]

Do you realise that when a dog bites you That it does not choose a leg or an arm or any target at all It has no conception of your geography It just bites you I am a dog as when I become angry I just lash out My aim is to cause as much […]

Two women passed my beach house   Both were carrying brightly coloured surfboards   They are a mother and her daughter     What is the sea hiding today   It is so benign   There are no waves

In 1871 the famous French Symbolist poet Stephane Mallarme visited my home town of Bradford on Avon He would have come by train In the 1960s I used to play in the sand at the town’s railway station I was not aware of his visit at that time although I had begun to write poetry […]

I have been told that most memories are lost within hours But some are retained Many are trivial and one wonders of their survival Yet I remember you clearly on the bridge of your ship You were not wearing a cap due to the strength of the wind And between the storm clouds Your hair […]