I am looking at a silver bullet In the palm of my hand Said Curtis As we drove into Washington I will only have one chance in my lifetime To end his miserable life On the dashboard of our car Faded photos of Nicola and Bart Fluttered in the breeze They were hardly noticed By […]

I know fuck all about Balkan music And my goldfish knows even less But then again we both live In Milton Keynes

The sky was heavy with rain As it had been for days Yet the sea had not darkened But was glowing a blue green grey It was then that I knew I was recovering From my sad journeys  

I was contemplating the windowsill In my designer bathroom When I noticed that my toothbrushes Were deeply in love They asked for my consent Which sadly I could not give As they came from the same multi-pack

I was walking with my dog along the coastal path When I suddenly discovered That I was Turkish This came as a great shock to me And left my dog rather confused   I was soon exiled to a small village On the Turkish Armenian border Because I admitted to loving the sea It was […]

critics do not exist in my world they have been banned to the sewers where they can eat shit like the rest of us i have been reading a great deal of contemporary amerikan poetry recently it does not inspire me indeed i find it poor but then again i do not have an opinion […]

I saw a newspaper on the green Where I always walk Shining in the autumn sun I wondered of the news Hidden within its flimsy pages But declined to approach the newspaper As I knew that the answer to my questions Could be found in the skies above my station

It has always mystified me how the largest democracy In the world Can still execute its own citizens Curtis said this to me as we were driving through Monument Valley The following day we stopped at a gas station In a dry dying town Where only the descendants of the original ghosts Could be seen […]

I live near the sea But I do not feel That I am bonding With the sea As I should   I feel that the sea Is ignoring me And is engrossed In its own thoughts It is irritated by my visits    

Gardeners are the happiest people in the world Why  Because they are nearer to God  What makes you say that Sully  It is quite obvious to me that God has created all gardens be they big or small Both splendid gardens such as those at Versailles and the smallest urban gardens were all created by […]