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

Oli whose real name was Olivia Had popped into town As she was picking up a book Little did I know That she was also going to surprise me With a book as I had been kind to her Memories of My Melancholy Whores Had been written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez I had read many […]

You are up early Long days short nights The air always seems to be cool The cooler it is The hotter the day It is so nice Sitting beside the glass water Of the swimming pool Watching the wind ripples I prefer the vapour trails High in the vacancy above They are already bathed orange […]

You think I am asleep A victim of the previous night As you swim in the pool But I am awake And wait for you To climb out of the pool Before I speak You show no embarrassment. This does not surprise me Erotic Poems of Summer

My father disappeared Some years ago His body was never found But I feel that he can see us As his likeness frequently dreams I sometimes watch the sea

The sea could swallow us up At any moment But it chooses not to do so As we are in friendly terms

At the very last minute I decided to record our voyage As well as write about it Which I thought might be fun I will download the unedited content Directly on to my website Along with any new poems or fictions But you will not see me (perhaps only in reflection) You will however see […]