white ship in motion on a silver ocean against a slate grey sky   white ship on a silver sea reflects the blank grey sky

A gaggle of girls are sitting on a stone bench Watching the incoming tide I am aimlessly reading The Fundamentals of Marxism-Leninism  As I wander towards the Margate Sands You are collecting coloured sea glass Blue Green Green Blue Blue Green We are all bathed in the white light of the day

We share a great deal Our love of nature Our love of the sea But what does The colour purple Do for you and me

I was named Rosa Luna As the garden roses Looked so beautiful In the pale moonlight   I rather like my lovely name And I now work in Sils Maria Serving Dragon Tea to my guests In the gardens of Nietzsche-Haus  

I am Bolivian But I would Rather be English   I am English But I would Rather be Bolivian

Translated from the Hebrew I translated your poem from the Hebrew Whilst waiting for the number sixty one You were so pleased with my translation That you gave me a quiet kiss and a gun   Myriam Saul Myriam Saul Myriam Saul One is short and the other tall Both are called Myriam Saul Although […]

The petals and the poem Were smothered almost immediately By the breaking green waves    

I am making a movie about steam locomotives There will be no nudity in my movie  

After the racing we will retire to our sea house Where we will enjoy tea and buttered scones I am sorry to hear that your sailing injury has confined you to Deal But I have always advised you about sailing too close to the Goodwin Sands Give me the Solent any time dear brother she […]

Wilton Windmill I am told by the old men of the village That St Andrew was crucified on your dark sails Whether this is true or not is not my concern But today I have been accompanied By The Lucia Jacinta and Francisco Who will sprinkle Holy Water on your master bricks And absolve you […]