The winter rains have washed away the topsoil On the exposed slopes that overlook the resting fields Ancient chalk paths have been partially uncovered And are dull in the late afternoon light Visitors will soon follow these quiet paths Without knowledge of the history contained   Winter on the Downs (Fragment) The the warmer winds […]

Muriel and Alain were sitting on the terrace next to the path that led to the beach The sun was high and the air was warm but their friends had not arrived Alain switched the radio on but the light songs began to fade gently into the nearby tiger bushes Muriel was beginning to fret […]

Sad Hiroshima had been thinking of shadows all day She looked at her own and those of other people As they crossed the square towards the bank The woman had been standing next to the bank when it happened Her shadow now resides in the peace museum A single tear ran down Sad Hiroshima’s porcelain […]

During my days of imprisonment I often drew geometrical patterns On the walls of my cell That was until my pencil was confiscated I felt alone in the world yet surrounded by friends A kind prison guard later offered me a wooden dice On condition that I did not vandalise my cell I accepted and […]

Earlier that afternoon You had purchased A biography of Frida Kahlo For me to read when you were away The book had a attractive cover And showed the late artist Wearing colourful clothes   Histoire des Nuages As we had to wait for the train We stood at the end of the platform And looked […]

Louise and I owned a number of Sand Mills In the State of Nebraska We exported sand to countries Who did not have sand of their own As well as to countries that had plenty of sand   Louise was of average height But her slim build Made her look taller Than she actually was […]

The beach was totally deserted I had left you in our warm bed So that I might capture the red sunrise   Eath The Skin  The sand was damp from the morning tide Its chill lingered between my slender toes I sensed that you were still dreaming about All the orange mornings of the world

I read recently that is not unusual to see people in the nude at their windows doing ordinary things as New York City is a fishbowl   A few years ago when I was in Paris I saw a middle aged couple naked in their apartment which was quite common in the city during the […]

I am reclining on our bed looking through a book of Holbein paintings You are standing by the window speaking to Raymond on your phone We are both naked as the night air is warm There are many erotik possibilities I am the lady with the squirrel       after the painting by nigel […]

Hitchcock Blond was the name of a play That ran in London several years ago I took my wife who is a Hitchcock Blond To see the play which she rather enjoyed   We met under the Golden Gate Bridge I had been hired to follow you From your white cliff top home My name […]