What glory is there in defeat It is not a defeat that can be seen But a defeat nonetheless You will not rise again This is a dream Have no thoughts of glory As you have ceased to exist

I found a copy of my only novel in a charity shop recently It was written about eighteen years ago and has not aged well I am currently reading my book as I have forgotten the ending Which is inconvenient as I am often asked why I ended it in such a manner My suspicion…

For over twenty-four hours I thought I was wearing a red shirt   I was wearing this shirt As I passed the multi-coloured sponges   But when I awoke I found that I had been wearing a green shirt   Which comforted me As I am totally colour-blind     From Poems of Delirium (2021)

You introduced me to the power of crystals During my formative years and now I stare at these beautiful stones And feel your immediate presence Although I know that as a time traveller You are far away yet so strangely near

I have always wondered what is beneath your dressing gown As you sit opposite me enjoying breakfast You smile but never betray your secrets This morning as you leaned over me your gown parted And I saw a quick glimpse of your breast An ordinary breast white with a darker areola and nipple I averted…

You have been introduced as a civilised savage to promote trade A cynical move perhaps but I suppose it prevents conflict I am waiting for your ship to pass between the white cliffs As you travel back to your homeland with your infant son But have been told that you have since died And are…

My bedroom window overlooks the sea For the past three weeks I have been carving a pyrate ship Out of a piece of driftwood It now sits in a position of honour on my sill My two sisters have created likenesses Of both Anne Bonney and Mary Read Out of wooden clothes pegs That they…

Rainbow Birds There is a tree Full of rainbow birds In our tropical garden   They have gathered today To celebrate Your considerable beauty    

Blue Sea Butterflies An unusual gift my love But I wanted to present you With a gift that matched your beauty And settled for Blue Sea Butterflies Which we will release on the beach When Valentine’s Day Spreads its gossamer wings

After a visit to the beach I placed the stones that I had collected On a small round wooden table Next to a brightly coloured tapestry pencil case It was only when I looked down That I properly became aware Of the beauty that I had created Without thought or geography