I commenced my fall Just over five minutes ago If I pass you on the way down Please wave to me As this is a lonely journey

I could taste the warm summer rain On breeze It cooled my crisp cotton shirt I followed the hollowness Of the passing bells And traced my footsteps in the sand

There was a feel of rain on the beach But I did not care as we were in the sea I had visited this area on many occasions But never grew tired of its natural beauty

Gray Eyes Calm Nordic A Kind of Sweet Love

Yeux Gris Calme Nordique Une sorte d’amour doux

I wanted to be a housewife A homemaker A little woman Fucked once a week Masturbating on others But I became a female politician And lost any appeal I ever had I am supposed to care But I was an introvert Trying to be an extrovert I support this cause and that cause But truthfully […]

I am currently sharing a studio In Bridgwater Somerset With Josephine of the South We are both artists She is from La Ciotat Which to my surprise Is twinned with my current town I once waited for a delayed train At La Ciotat railway station In the searing summer heat Which led to me to […]

This is what seventy years of nature Does to an abandoned railway track It seems like the country air has been sucked From a once pristine chalk cutting The nearby field betrays its archaeology A pattern of parallel ridges and troughs Caused by years of prolonged ploughing These were ghostly long before the railway arrived […]

I was sitting a distance away Looking directly into The white bright sun You were near the tide line Your features quite blurred I could see that you Were wearing my shades Tracey Phillips Full of Love

Red should be in Bed I said to Hazel in the Shed I would not be seen Dead In this decaying shed Fred And that is the Gospel Truth