Leaf   Stop my friends and take a simple leaf in your hand    Study it closely    The leaf you hold is at once far more complicated than you can ever imagine    It was created by your father 

Teresa of Avila    I could meditate for hours on the opening two words of The Lords Prayer  Our Father  Oh how beautiful those simple words are 

Today will be the warmest day of the year so far The sky is clear the sun raw and there is not a hint of a cooling breeze For some reason no narrow boats have passed us in either direction Perhaps a lock is under repair or there are navigation problems on the canal But […]

An aging actress who is still very beautiful Loads clips of my life on to her Instagram account I never returned to England after the duel And still receive my annuity of five hundred guineas a year Even though Bullingdon is long gone and forgotten When I am in Calais I often think of Lady Lyndon In her […]

I had been at my Art School for just over a month When I was asked to sketch a life model called Stephen Using only coloured pencils and charcoal All went well for for an hour until I was called To add her ginger maiden hair This occupation proved very difficult As I did not possess […]

Does nature have any friends    Asked Little Gillian as she watched a procession of heavy lorries passing her farm An industrial estate was being built on the edge of the village near the abandoned railway station Which was now being used as one of the many site offices The cutting near the ponds has […]

Although she was little more than a child Little Gillian often dreamt of removing her fathers shotgun from the shed And standing in the lane near their farm pointing it at the machines of destruction She would ask them nicely at first to turn around and return to where they had come from If refused […]

When my imaginary friend left me fourteen years ago He told me that he had secreted a box of tricks somewhere in the house I initially searched for this box but was unable to find it so I gave up That was until today when I discovered his box of tricks by accident When I opened […]

An obscure plate white with little decoration    Functional it was used frequently as it is quite worn    How many children chose your biscuits unaware    That many generations later unloved    You would be purchased as an innocent memory   From a junk shop hidden in a great city 

White against the smooth night sky You illuminate my room of rest I wish you would enter my dreams As I have many stories to share