It had been over ten summers since my beautiful wife Sylvia turned into a fox I may have been a little uxorious at times but we were quite happy Until the evening that she turned into a fox I had been working on my biography of Wolfe Tone and had left her alone for a […]

Barry the Bible Seller had had an exhausting day and saw a tea bar in a silver caravan on a piece of waste ground near the railway He was dying for a cup of tea and a little affection from a woman from the GDR When he reached the tea bar he found it was […]

In the High Street not far from the church there is a bookshop that sells nothing but the H.G.Wells novel Tono-Bungay There are over six thousand stocked As I had run out I popped into the bookshop on my way back from the marmalade factory On Saturdays it was staffed by a German woman retro […]

I was born as they say with a silver spoon in mouth but my parents were remote and I was packed off to school in my early years The schools I attended were on the whole quite fine and although I was exposed to wicked pursuits I never weakened and certainly did not participate in […]

There are so many magic places in the world That can be found in your heart and in your dreams But we seldom visit these places of desire As we are nervous of our initial thoughts In most cases they will seem smaller than we imagined But as with a fine wine time is the […]

You are awaiting my reaction but I do not move I think that you are now bored of this isolation Even the skies are beginning to darken as the day slips away The music of your poetry has faded and hangs without celebration     After the painting by Charles Mengin

Whilst waiting for a train I found a bee on the platform The tiny creature appeared to be dead but I knew better As I could see it breathing in a settled way What ails you my friend   I asked of the insect    It did not answer me straight away as its stare […]

I have never ridden the tranquil horse But I am told that it swims well I have often watched it cross the channels near my home Ridden bareback and naked by my friends towards the distant sands I have never felt the need to join them as I ride with no authority

I suppose that they must have been dead for about a year as their bleached bones lay randomly in the sand Their wagon had lost most of its shape and was unrecognisable apart from a blackened apron As I explored this pathetic theatre I found a damaged prayer book which had belonged to one of […]

Existence is of little interest to me except on days when the dusts of reality are mingled with the magic sands    I had written this on a poster that was promoting a male deodorant    It had been borrowed from Proust but I had disguised this fact    As only the switched on minds would have […]