Do you remember that day on the beach when you put on your yellow vest as the sun was so fierce I can remember the day clearly as it was when you took our first born to the sea so that he could paddle with you On your canary yellow vest Was written RELAX  …

From my vantage I can see the centre of the world And will listen to your haunting strings     After the painting by Anders Zorn 

The moon has shrunk and is fast disappearing into the white light of the dawn The side of a warehouse faces our room It has been lazily whitewashed  But is always the first building illuminated by the rising sun Dios vive en Murcia En la terraza verde In the half light I can see you sipping…

Ma belle femme m’a donné un paquet de mouchoirs parfumés Lavande douce Je n’ouvrirai jamais son cadeau Comme je suis jaloux du contenu parfumé Et ne les partagerons avec personne Je garde ces mouchoirs sur un plateau ancien à côté de mon lit Mes rêves sont pleins de leur beauté Je me sens bénie d’avoir…

My beautiful wife gave me a packet of perfumed tissues Soft Lavender I will never open her gift As I am jealous of the scented contents And will not share them with any anybody I keep these tissues on an antique tray beside my bed My dreams are full of their beauty I feel blessed…

I read in a newspaper that hand-crocheted dolls Of Vincent Van Gogh are now available In the Tate Britain and elsewhere They are thirty-five pounds each  He is shown wearing his French work jacket And a rough grey hat I wonder what Vincent would have made Of this exclusive range of dolls Perhaps he might…

I read in a newspaper that hand-crocheted dolls Of Vincent Van Gogh are now available In the Tate Britain and elsewhere They are thirty-five pounds each  He is shown wearing his French work jacket And a rough grey hat I wonder what Vincent would have made Of this exclusive range of dolls Perhaps he might…

Is it a passing train on a high embankment Or is it walking through a room full of coloured lights I was born in Reality which is a small town in Nevada  

From my vantage I have a clear view of Deal Pier It is however slightly obstructed by a thin ladder Which is being used my the workmen Who are repairing the sea worn roof But unknown to them sweet naked angels Have used this orange ladder as they return To their wonderful fathers white house…

I found two books dating from 1857 in a charity shop today These were two volumes (of four) of the plays of John Webster It appears that they had spent the last ninety years in an university library I am a hit man and I am awaiting my hit but she is late as her…