Joe we all thought you and Sephine Had been kidnapped No we were in Denmark Why Denmark Because apart from being a lovely country I wanted to introduce Sephine To the paintings of Paul Gustav Fischer Especially his nudes Why his nudes Because of their beauty I cannot say that I have heard of him […]

Lives in my apartment She was never invited I found her there one day When I returned From my travels I have asked her to leave But she refuses this request And looks tearfully at me With sadness in her wild raven eyes

I spend many hours Watching my lava lamp mature From modest roots It becomes a universe Full of spinning objects It dilutes my fear of ghosts

I have decided to paint my next novel As I am growing bored Of the everlasting procession of words

Was sitting on the old stone steps High above the sea in Portofina The von Derp family were enjoying a picnic Apples cheese and fresh bread rolls Attractive confectioneries subtly wrapped But Clotilda chose only chilled lime water As she was deeply in love with her German cousin

the roses have a less than ideal so do the daises red blue and while in a few years this garden will be a wasteland nothing will grow only the household plants will survive the primroses will not suffer neither will the smooth violets or the liquid buttercups

I do not drink as I dislike drinking Nevertheless Sephine and eye Also visited the Bar Cuba Which was very near Virginia’s seat I had two gin and tonics Which finished me I took Sephine back Hoping that Josie and Cora Would not be in My wish was granted And I was soon holding Sephine […]

Black & Blue is a bar in Richmond I often meet friends there It was the only bar that I have visited That has paintings of coloured wellingtons Hanging on its white washed walls The bar was also the place Where Sephine had given me a copy Of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s lost novel Until August […]

Only eye I know the secrets Of Code One I came across it totally by accident During my daily commute B scared B very scared Code Seven This is the other hidden code

I became lost with my Baby Blues What a fool I was A simple fool Who was now standing On the platform Of a closed tube station After five years I finally managed to stop a passing train Which was essentially a mirage A blue mirage distinct from the red The platform was thoroughly searched […]