Things had remained unchanged for hundreds of years But in the space of a few short months You changed everything   What do you keep in that hot stone bucket Rooks eggs Is that to encourage them to grow Into strong and respectable birds   Submarines would patrol our coast With their cannons primed They […]

I had spent the afternoon watching the 1972 Russian film Solaris When it was over I walked into Deal just as the syn was setting It was as if reality was copying art or the reverse I saw Viola in the flat blue skys but she djd not see me

It was a hot day and Anna and Anna were sitting on the town beach They were both reading but found it hard to see the pages of their books As the sun was white bright and deep away from the night Anna tell me your favourite joke I do really have one as mostly […]

I woke up at an insane hour as I was unable to sleep To pass the time I looked at photographs Of German railway stations in a glossy book All went well until I studied Munich Aubing station Its monochrome photograph was shot at night Which added to the atmosphere as a fog was present But what […]

I am not at all beautiful Indeed I am quite ugly But I have many loyal friends Who love me greatly They obviously do not love me For the beauty that I do not possess This makes me very happy

The Norwegian sailor was lost at sea Or so the legend tells us all Yet he is often spotted ashore Drinking in the inns of seamen I know this tale to be quite false As I buried him on the dead beach In the middle of a bitter storm     A nineteenth century Norwegian […]

At about two thirty this morning You turned around to hold me In our centre bed And although I was half asleep I enjoyed the feel of your breasts against my back And the caress of your soft pubes against my arse All was silent in our coastal room as the moon shone With a […]

I was looking up at the tree that faced my bedroom As it was autumn all its leaves were a reddish maroon The sun was deep within its last waking hour And the skies were a mix of purples and pinks There was a smooth temptation to retire to my garden So that I could […]

It was a parallel world That never really existed A world of friends On faded sofas Sharing coffee When in the real world Reality was screaming At all those who would listen I was always halfway there Just staring at the faded de kooning Behind the bar

The wide sky commands the views from this quiet cottage There is no hiding place in these flat lands of peace The everyday wars seem so far away This will be my only record     Postcard to Jane 10/21