Thermuthis peeled a small page from the blue adhesive pad that she had purchased at the outward station The girl in the shop had apologised That only yellow adhesive pads were available She asked Thermuthis why she still wrote poetry As nobody read poetry On erotic train journeys Thermuthis wrote these words on the yellow…

Thermuthis peeled a small page from the yellow adhesive pad that she had purchased at the outward station The girl in the shop had apologised That only blue adhesive pads were available She asked Thermuthis why she still wrote poetry As nobody read poetry On erotic train journeys Thermuthis wrote these words on the blue…

I have just finished South and West which was written in the early 1970s by Joan Didion It is about the authors road trip through the American South The book has an almost Zen like feeling to it but then again I am a fan of Zen and find it in the most unusual of…

Thermuthis dusted her poems with sand She was now alone on the train Only the androids kept her company But she did not require their attention As they did not understand fully The dreams of the black ink That she used when writing About her many journeys

Larry Donovan Bridge Jumper (1862-1888) I have done two really stupid things in my life which might have endangered my life. The first was when I was thirteen years old and I was dared (and offered money) to climb along the outside of a railway bridge in my home town That was a stupid thing…

The Still Centre of Maggie Paul Maggie Paul haunted the waterfronts In search of Terry Malloy But she could not find him She was not even in the right place Johnny Friendly warned her to stay away But she ignored him and was beaten up So she planned his assassination From her room on W…

My daughter and granddaughters are running across this bridge There is a terrific wind blowing down the East River It reminds me of a scene from the French movie Jules et Jim When Jeanne Moreau  Oskar Werner and Henri Serre Run across an anonymous bridge in Paris History always repeats itself  

The Man from Laramie Joe Graham is a very successful artist who paints out of a loft in Manhattan He is most probably the best known artist in New York at present In his work he uses only pinks and mauves as well as vivid greens and midnight blues The results are visually stunning and…

Very soon the sidewalks of New York Will greet Steve and Stevie for the first time They will boast of the subways and the buildings tall Of their endless streets and the urban sprawl You will visit Macy’s Tiffany’s and Bloomingdales Where hopefully the fun toys are in the sales They will recommend a park…

After the fire Only the urn remained Stained It had held the tender ashes Of a pink angel Who had been expelled From her gentle world For her coloured crimes She had hit the ground With too much force And had been trampled to death By a startled horse   Written on a napkin by…