At sunset An empty train Passes my remote station

A body was washed up today I recognised it straight away But I did not disclose my knowledge As hidden secrets fade

A Crane Fly found refuge On my clothing As the feral seagulls Were closing for the kill I took it to a place Of shared exile Hidden from the world

I am known for filming the waves In slow motion When asked I reply that I much prefer To record the colours of my life In slow motion

As September closes The nights are drawing in The trees are no longer fresh And the colours are fading There is a sense of imminent decay But the autumn moons are quite splendid White cream and low on the horizons This year the winds are quite humid Which is unusual but not that rare Hurricanes […]

I waved to Jane as I sailed into the town It seemed that I had been away on a long voyage And not just a visit to the opposite bank of the estuary Jane was playing chess with the seagulls And did not notice me at first I waved again which gathered her attention She […]

Paul these letters were dropped on your mat One looks important Saw Janet at the gallery Did not think very much of the show Two doors nailed together and daubed with paint It has all been done before Janet has invited us to her I am wearing yellow panties show If it is good as […]

Today is a special day A happy day But this is as far as I will go As some things must remain private HAC

When visiting a castle yesterday Not far from where I live I purchased three stems of dried flowers And as I did so two children came up to me They enquired about the dried flowers I explained and let them touch the brittleness The children were amazed as they had seen something new God had […]

I was born on a farm But now live by the sea I am a very devout man And believe that God Grants you 20 minutes of happiness Each day of you are calm And pray without distraction