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  • Ellen Baxter

    Ellen Baxter was brought up on a fruit farm in Kent In early July each year she teamed up with the seasonal workers To pick strawberries fresh for the local markets and shops She now lives in France with her husband and two sons And is has written a book about the forgotten fruit farms […]

  • Age of Elegance

    Simplicity is another word for elegance  Or so I am told by those who know  Never wear gold with anything simple  As it just does not work  Always wear silver  If you have to wear anything at all    Marek told me this just before his first show I had no reason to disbelieve him […]

  • Summer in March

    From under her frosty coat My cousin showed me Her pale ankle It was warm to the touch     March 30/31/20/21

  • Red Sister

    My beautiful sister is walking our dogs How sweet she looks In her red dress   Blue Sister My beautiful sister is walking our dogs How sweet she looks In her blue dress   White Sister My beautiful sister is walking our dogs How sweet she looks In her white dress    

  • White Yacht (Walmer)

    You fade in and out of the afternoon haze I am following your passage with difficulty   Walmer Sands 30/03/21  

  • by the sea

    a warm haze maze horizon hangs

  • First Warm Day

    My sea is gentle and calm The air is quite tender My spirits have been lifted How shallow and pleased I am

  • Sunrise (Walmer)

    As we lay in bed you told me that our dream lives were over And that we were both imprisoned by our decaying thoughts I pulled the sheet back to reveal your nudity and kissed your cunt It was as real to me as had been on the day that we first met The colour […]

  • Fermat’s Last Theorem

    Why is it that when you are in the bath the gasman calls to read the meter And expects entry even though you are naked save for a small towel Why is it that when you are in the bath your brother walks in As you have neglected to lock the door with care and pretends […]

  • Essay Frida or My Sleeping Wife

    I have images of Frida all around my house She appears on my cushions and on my cups And is instantly recognisable Which is not a bad thing at all But in my bedroom I have a painting on the wall By Artemisia Gentileschi In which she portrays herself This work is totally ignored by […]