A volcano has emerged from my wallpaper I am not sure how it arrived It certainly was not there yesterday As I always look at my wallpaper before I go to bed I hope that this volcano remains inactive As the beautiful cherry blossoms have just arrived This makes my small bedroom quite cheery and…

What is real to me may not be real to you I often wonder why as we are no different When I hear a bird singing in a tree Do you hear the same sweet songs Are you aware of the beauty that surrounds us all Are you aware of the ugliness that surrounds us…

I have a book on my coffee table called The Fortunes of War which was written by Olivia Manning just over half a century ago Only volume two (The Levant Trilogy) sits in front of me and its battered cover shows a young Harriet Pringle looking into the distance with one of the many Egyptian…

And I cast a piece of balsa into the fast flowing stream  Why did you do that I was interested in its destiny It vanished beneath the willow trees  Was that the destiny of the balsa  Possibly I will never know  Let us eat at my table of beauty  And I will describe the clouds…

You revealed to me In those fading hours That you were Travelling to India On a beautiful White steam ship With my late father This was to be An outward journey As I knew that You would never return I could see it in your eyes       March 14th 2021 

Designed by Joan Miro And decorated my Mondrian Was sold to me As a dog toy But I suspect It is a work of art

Alice Ordinary visited the beach each day As she wanted to meet a mermaid Muriel wanted her to compare her notes About the control of the jellyfish Having been stung earlier in the summer

I have been requested by a friend to send photographs of myself Doing handstands in a variety of locations It is my choice if I wear clothes So I have decided that when I send my twenty-eighth photograph I will feature my naked backside This is part of a worldwide art project And I have…

We visited the beach today And found it empty and low The wartime ruins had been exposed By the early spring storms Having been buried for many months I soon found the corroded blade Of a long lost knife Near the final remains Of an unlucky fish I returned the poor creature to the sea…

I was followed home by a rare rainbow today Which was totally ignored by many in the town I say rare as it was almost hidden in a thick grey cloud mass And seemed lower to the ground because of this geography The rainbow I felt was almost a ghost unsure of its own existence…