I am walking along the near the silent boats In Mithymna on Lesbos It is now seven thirty eight Molly is watching me on a webcam Wearing the canary yellow vest That I gave her before I left I am wearing a white cotton shirt Which was her gift to me Molly is planning to […]

When I awoke this morning I found that there were no more bees They had vanished into my dreams This terrified me as I no longer dream

You can feel the softness Of the Apple Fields On your bare skin Summer Dreams on Winter Nights Wind blossoms litter the sky Dappling the sunlight Your hand is chilled Mine is still warm

Today I received a glass calligraphy pen Blue in colour As dark as the ink that I use I am searching for lost rivers Which all remain hidden Flowing without dreams My rough pad is quite vacant I have recorded nothing Apart from this frail poem

Your Move Eve

Chess at Sixty

The day is mild Super Mild The sky is grey Super Grey There is no sunlight Even the waves are dull The gulls are quiet Super Quiet I have chalked this poem On to a rock And cast it into the sea Super Poem Super Sea This poem is based on true events All characters […]

You asked about the most erotic film I have ever watched  It was a French movie that I saw when I was quite young  I cannot remember its title but I think it was called Leonard of the Sun  It was a French movie typically shot in black and white and was on the lower half […]

The final train has arrived The festival is near But nothing moves It is snowing blue Christ is in the Suburbs

Blue not Yellow Yellow confides in Grey Bloemfontein Fields