Yesterday I stood next to the rusting tracks of a narrow gauge railway It was no longer operational having been closed some nineteen years previously In my pocket I had a photograph taken when I was eight years old   At that time this little railway was running at weekends and on bank holidays I…

Sergeant Swanley does all the talking But we do not particularly care As we have come here to enjoy the beach   You are reading Blue Aegean Seas A book of poems written by Archie Leach Whilst Lucy and I are enjoying the waves   The sea is rather cold for late October Although the…

Too many people look backwards Instead of in a forward direction They are trying to rewrite history Which cannot be easily done I am currently writing a history So that I may further understand The History of the Colour Blue I have no hidden agenda My name is Zorg  

It should not have happened on a day such as this As it was a hot summers evening But I was working the late shift at Sefton station Which was by now quiet after a busy day There were three more trains each running on the hour I was in my office when I saw…

I met Viola tonight  Really I have not seen her for many years Come to think of it is must have been the summer of 1992 How is she As well as to be expected for a time traveller Really I thought she looked a bit tired and her coat was heavy Where did you…

white ship in motion on a silver ocean against a slate grey sky   white ship on a silver sea reflects the blank grey sky

A gaggle of girls are sitting on a stone bench Watching the incoming tide I am aimlessly reading The Fundamentals of Marxism-Leninism  As I wander towards the Margate Sands You are collecting coloured sea glass Blue Green Green Blue Blue Green We are all bathed in the white light of the day

We share a great deal Our love of nature Our love of the sea But what does The colour purple Do for you and me

I was named Rosa Luna As the garden roses Looked so beautiful In the pale moonlight   I rather like my lovely name And I now work in Sils Maria Serving Dragon Tea to my guests In the gardens of Nietzsche-Haus  

I am Bolivian But I would Rather be English   I am English But I would Rather be Bolivian