Near the grass cuttings and rotting leaves A small weathered stone can be seen Hidden opposite the diamond path It remembers the lives of three scholars Who drowned during a flash flood On Easter Sunday Eighteen Sixteen

The erotic trenches Could clearly be seen From the battlements As the day faded green

Noir et blanc Vert et bleu Main dans la main Martha et Anne Poèmes érotiques d’été

Black and white Green and blue Hand in hand Martha and Anne Erotic Poems of Summer

I was carrying a moquette sample In my trusted black rucksack It dated from the period 1947-1979 And would have be seen during that era On the refurbished RT-type buses My sample was now a bookmark I had not expected the city to be hot The winds had been forecast to change Thankfully I was […]

I am glad that you arrived I do hope that Robbie is comfortable Vicky will look after him Until he is back of his feet What a lovely sister she is I am missing you Will Although Rye is quite lovely It was so warm last night I found it hard to sleep So I […]

Do you remember when we sat On that hot Kent station And you commented on The beauty of dragonflies Which suggested to me That there was a river nearby

Will poor Will What rotten luck All the way to Ayr You are a good brother In your rucksack A gift is lightly hidden Stories by Anais Nin Within the pages of your book You will find a scented envelope Which contains a pinch Of my blonde maiden hairs Jayne x

Jayne in Rye We had hard coded plans But even ice melts Will has been asked To accompany his injured brother Back to his London home From the place of his accident Nothing serious but painful Whilst I will be forced to enjoy Rye It will be a long journey On a hot day So […]

The hot day had quickly exhausted us Too many miles We had not cared for ourselves After careful consideration We decided to sit in the shade Of the deep trees on platform two Two trains passed in quick succession They stirred the stale rural air Which was a welcome relief Jayne & Will