I  write my poetry on mirrors As this helps me to relax I write poetry on mirrors For the very same reason     From The Poems of Stephen (1970)  

Quite suddenly the breeze started to cool   the evening had arrived and the sun was by now low behind me   long shadows betrayed its position   the day was spent   a white yacht on the horizon shared its memories with those who had lingered on the island beach as white yachts always do    

Just before this path splits into two One part becoming an unmade road And the other a pedestrian/cycle pathway You will find what was once a care home I do not know what was cared for Spiders/Donkeys/Sweet Wrappers/Olive Oil Really it does not interest me The house is being renovated So that very rich white…

On days such as these Kent is indeed The Garden of England   The perfumes of every flower and every herb Linger still in the soft sea breezes And our eyes benign are seduced By the colours of many summers

Later when I was quite alone I stood up and read a chapter From South and West  Which was written by Joan Didion When I was sixteen years old     From Beach by Stephen Masefield    

My name is Mischa I am currently working as car park attendant at The Open It is a steady job even though it is temporary Occasionally I see one the big names They seem very nice Up to five years ago I was an addict And liked the idea of being dominated This brought me…

Of late large clumps of black sea weed Have been washed up on the beach There is no rational explanation for this   The Genoa was sunk off of Kingsdown in 1945 She hit a lazy mine and sank within the hour There were no fatalities apart from the ships cat   I am a…

We spent the afternoon on the beach Which surprisingly was not crowded Given that the bright sun overhead Was not being impeded by passing clouds   After about an hour and a half I decided to walk into the shallows But this recreation proved arduous As I was hit by a series of heavy waves…

Cougars have been reported on this beach I cannot say that I have seen any And really only the bleached pebbles Are qualified to write this short poem

All feminists have been fucked Said the older actress to the ingenue It is either that or eternal masturbation Do not waste your time with politics Your femininity will soon fade If you swim against the tide Take my advice and enjoy men There are many good models out there They can be tamed and…