I am a vampire But during Yesterdays storm I saw my reflection In a puddle Is there something Wrong with me

We Are All Pirates We are all pirates in one way or another As we secretly plunder for our gain I think that I am one of the worst culprits My motives are sometimes quite obvious But at other times they are hidden As I have not yet learnt to count the stars   Phillip…

When one arrives in August then it appears the summer is fading But that is far from the truth as August is often a kind month As are its beautiful sisters September and October This summer has in areas been like a curates child Good in parts but never to be trusted for more than…

I purchased a pub in deepest Kent Which was formerly known as The Red Lion on the Maidstone Road   However I did not want to be traditional Some I renamed this quaint little pub Virgins in Vietnam which did not go down well With the locals or the passing visitors alike   I have…

I showered on the Saint Andre bus as always And read a book of poetry that I had found in the road I was due to start my new job in a month and a half But the prospect of this new employment did not excite me   Near my home on the Kent coast…

The river makes a bend and encircles the village with its current. All the long Summer, the affairs and occupations of the river village are quiet and simple. The swallows who nest in the beams go and come as they please. The gulls in the middle of the river enjoy one another, they crowd together…

I often find that when I am in Brutalist buildings That the interiors seem out of place   You have confused me Zola It is quite simple Zola   What I am saying is that the interiors of Brutalist buildings Should logically be on the exterior of such buildings But by chance have found themselves…

I often find that when I am in Brutalist buildings That the interiors seem out of place   You have confused me Zola It is quite simple Zola   What I am saying is that the interiors of Brutalist buildings Should logically be on the exterior of such buildings But by chance have found themselves…

I see Thomas every Saturday and he gives me In exchange for a bottle of wine A small sketch of Lizzie Scott   I have twenty-eight of these sketches And arrange them carefully On a whitewashed wall   Lizzie Scott does not exist at all She lives only in Tom’s imagination And has always been…

A Cavatina is a musical term originally meaning a short song of simple character Rather like a folk song In a way  The air is so warm tonight  It is always warm in the hills above the sea  You must have many happy memories  Yes I have many  But one stands out  Which one is…