On the day of the storm My wife and I had travelled Back from the coast My wife had stolen The Catcher in the Rye From a railway bookshop And was reading it on the train When we arrived in our home town The storm was at its height So we sheltered for a while…

A rose petal blew into my hut this morning It still retained its sweet perfume My daughter placed it into a thin bottle She will release it on her wedding day

I have recently moved to my coastal house From my writing desk I can see the sea Which brings me a great deal of pleasure Nathalie Cardone is singing Hasta Siempre  As she always does on her weekly radio show But I do not listen as my interest in the revolution Is fading as the light…

One day quite by chance Thomas found a bullet On a raised walkway above the sea The find alarmed Thomas so he hid the bullet in his jacket pocket He then made his way to the salt sand flats where he met Lucy Who was feeding the visiting black headed gulls Thomas enjoyed watching his…

The air that surrounds me tastes of gold I believe that Caron is responsible for this   Each morning before breakfast I brush her golden hair And ask the same question About the air    

The town was dressed in all its fine clothes and was showing off that evening With the low white sun adding to its considerable drama The vast sky which had been idle for most of the day was supporting a few clouds With an abandon that attracted little or no attention But I was not fooled…

Thompson were playing Metcalfe The score was 0-0 As most of the play was at the other end of the field The Metcalfe goalkeeper had strayed outside of his penalty area This alarmed a passing seagull who abandoned its flight towards the sea And settled to the left of the penalty spot It was anticipating a…

My friend had brought me a coffee from the buffet I was trying to keep awake so that I could witness the night Opposite me a woman was weeping quietly into her shift She had argued with her partner who had left the carriage I could see her tears reflected on her freckled face Brightly…

The world as we know it will one day be overrun by ants There is no doubt about that My sister was in the kitchen drinking a glass of milk She had just returned from work It was late and I had been asleep for a number of hours She looked at me without speaking…

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