I am on the outskirts of Wolverhampton The sky is grey as are the people and the town If I had a pistol I would shoot myself in the head I am a travelling rep for an insulation company (do not laugh) It is a thankless job and my life is on the road I…

I am reading a book with a blue cover It is called The Intimate Desires of the Few I do not have a clue of what it is about But I like the feel of its rough white pages   I was born in Doncaster Should this be of interest to you I am six…

I have a feather stuck between my buttocks I do not know why it is there I do not know why I am naked I do not know why my complexion is fair         After a watercolour by Pauline Coffre 

I live in Kensington with my best friend Mai Dai We have lived there for six years I am very attracted to my beautiful friend But our relationship is quite platonic As we both like men and have taken lovers However we often bathe together As this saves water and time In the short hours…

You are asleep on our bed It is warm and you are quite naked Your beautiful bottom Is sending me invisible messages Which I am trying to ignore As I do not want to be seduced I know that you are dreaming As I can see the sea

My sister and I are situated only about a mile apart We were designed by the same architect during the inter-war years At first our architecture was much admired as it was so special Yet we were later neglected by the beasts in the field However our designs are now cherished By the people who…

Betty-Belle Randall was walking by the River Thames In her right hand there was a bloodstained handkerchief Viola Gresham Was in her hotel room Resting For she had travelled far Betty-Belle was in what was once The Pool of London She was sitting under a sycamore tree On a scruffy wooden bench And was studying…

Although she was nearly thirty years old Betty-Belle had never been on a date This saddened her She had never experienced the passion of wanting to be with a man This saddened her She knew that she was married to Jesus Christ This gladdened her Heart In ways she could not describe Quite often in…

Occasionally other climbers see his thin ghost on the mountainside Wearing a mauve sweater and lightweight flannel trousers He is ready to climb once more Off again. gorgeous day! he writes   The glacier often grows tired and gives up her weary dead But soon realises her clumsy mistake and returns them to the ice…

The tall trees were cut sharply against the November sky It was then that I decided to marry Vancouver Barry That was one of my many thoughts that day I did not know a Vancouver Barry Who I expected to marry The tall trees were real and were cut sharply against the November sky But…