The Red Apricot Li watched as a discarded cigarette carton floated past her high in the stream at the bottom of her garden As normal her husband was away His diary noted that he was at another party conference but she knew that he was probably entertaining another woman She had found messages on his…

The Drowned Migrant When searching for gold coins on a deserted beach Maria Full of Love found the body of a drowned migrant Who had not survived the fierce winter storms She did not alert the authorities but buried the poor man where she found him So that he might spend eternity in his adopted…

Annie Crosses was born in Herne Bay She has lived there all her life and works in a draper’s shop in the main street Annie is a good Catholic girl who never misses Mass   Mark Crosses has lived in Folkestone for many years He runs a fish and ship shop near Sunny Sands But…

I am looking over the dark expansive sea For the glorious new light of the boy child The shadows are much warmer now But there still nothing to be seen The serene petals of the last late roses Litter the shore bidding the hours a fond farewell Oh gentle creator let your star brighten the…

I preferred the lavender beach huts And those of the soft candy colours But we both liked the beach hut Designed in the style of the English Baroque A Homage to Nicholas Hawksmoor  Tiaesta liked the pink beach huts As they were blush in the harsh white light But we could not stop as we…

perfumes green perfumes red perfumes next to our marital bed

In the last couple of hours I have seen cups of tea Jane and I enjoyed two cups of Earl Grey tea On a beautiful boat off of the Turkish coast In a cafe on the main street in Sandgate Kent I spotted these cups of tea on that wooden boat With my sister and a…

It is not what you feel It is what you see   It is not what you see It is what you feel  

On the pier she stands Looking out to sea She is waiting for her artist But he will never return As he no longer lives in London Town     At the end of the stone pier in Margate there is a bronze called The Shell Lady after the artist Turner’s landlady who now spends…

I was asked to rest in a stable by a friend And pose for two photographs This I did without argument As I usually dislike my likeness recorded Whilst in the stable the sound of the sea Almost overwhelmed my thoughts Even though I was on dry land It felt as if I was sailing…