I am a washed up middle aged poet Who has nothing new to say I write about mermaids And use mystical words Just to disguise my shortcomings Yet I am admired by many So I continue writing poetry The other day I received a letter Telling me that true poets Commit suicide at forty-six I…

I have an unusual hobby which might be considered dangerous It involves jumping out of a plane at five thousand feet without a parachute With at least five items of crockery This must be done over vast food producing fields Although the fall is enjoyable it passes very quickly So I try to enjoy it as…

There were about thirty people on the quayside waving at the departing ship I waved back and so did Ina but we soon grew bored with our occupation and retired to our cabin We both undressed and held each other and were soon lulled into an afternoon sleep by the gentle rolling of the ship…

You never asked my permission I will never forgive you Neither will millions of others You cannot run roughshod over people We all have the right to speak out against you Even though our fathers committed the original sin

I try to remain hidden all day Blending in with my surroundings Red Red Green Green White White It is more difficult in the mornings As they are much smaller Camouflage is an art Which is not learnt in a day I often make mistakes Especially over breakfast My partner always corrects me And in appreciation I…

You returned to Reykjavik six weeks ago And left your mobile for safekeeping I was told to look out for bottles in the sea With personal messages from you to me  I have haunted the pier since your departure  But there is nothing in the ice blue waters  I was told to look out for bottles…

It is said that one of my ancestors invented the longbow I have not been able to verify this From the age of eight I collected coloured buttons I still have my collection which is now hidden in the loft When I was in Korea my transport plane crashed I was detailed to recover the dead My girlfriend wears…

In the town of Elementary all the trains run backwards through the station This annoys a lot of people but I have grown used to it They run forwards for only a minute each day From twenty-two minutes past seven to twenty-three minutes past seven The station clock has always run in reverse And today is recording the…

Today I purchased a keyring which had a view of the Zion Canyon in Utah The keyring had been constructed in China and the name Michelle was flashing on the reverse It has been repeating this occupation for quite a while as it is solar powered My name is not Michelle I have never been…

I suppose that birds do not understand or write poetry Which is very sad as they are the most poetical of creatures It does not take much thought to imagine what they see Whilst gliding through the skies or across the wide oceans From Samuel’s Albatross to Gerard’s Windhover they remain obscure Is this God’s final…