Seven chickens with bright green heads Seven sky storks ready for flight Seven puppies white and bright Left my village during the night   Seven crows and seven kites Seven cats all egg jade white Left my village during the night

all things are governed by the moon the birds in the dark trees hide from you as your travel brightly across the night sky you raise me from my velvet dreams and I stare at you not moving at all as all things are governed by the moon the tides that rise and fall without…

Victor was playing his guitar as the sun rose above the sea Blush Pink Blush Red Blush Gold Blush Blue   Judith had left her bicycle against the railings Of the promenade that overlooked the empty beach   She was still asleep in Victor’s white maiden bed And would not rise until she heard the…

As I rested between trains at Ramsgate Railway Station I began to dream strange dreams about three frisky policemen Acting like grown schoolboys on Platform Three As my dream matured Jane told me that all the station loos Were closed due to logging problems in the main building A friendly porter then told her That…

As I waited for the blush sunrise this morning I noticed a man and a woman wild swimming nearby We did not speak although both of them smiled at me As we greeted/welcomed/caressed/touched the beauty of our new day     Coca Cola On the afternoon of the 11th of August 2020 I enjoyed a…

In my youth I spent a year in Rome studying Art History It was a special time in my life which I have never forgotten I never returned to Rome as I wanted to cherish the memories of the time And not let my sad eyes become trapped in the reality of the city that…

My heavenly father told me that Ugolino did not devour his sons but was placed in the ice of the second ring by the poet He was trapped in the same ice hole as his enemy Ruggieri who had left him to starve to death But Ugolino did not actually starve as he was condemned…

It took me a great deal of time to approach What I would call my Ugolino poems I had created his likeness many years ago But have been unable to write about him until now

It was a perfectly ordinary day When I took the Jane Out on the lake of glass But as I admired the setting sun In all of its pink blue glory I sailed off of the edge of the world

My best friend is called Jeanette of Ideas I have known her for years and often meet her Naked in the large wet room mirror She is the best friend that a girl could have And knows when to speak and when to stay silent I love Jeanette of Ideas and my dearest wish Is…