Hi My name is Richard But I am known As Sick Boy After the movie As I have dyed my hair blond It really suits me Or at at least my Auntie Zeeland Thinks it does I am on the way to see my friend Timothee and his sister Israel Their father is a film […]

The fields are vibrant with colours Colours green gold green gold and mauve How lovely this ancient pathway feels On a summers day such as this I own I own I own I own A fragment of a happiness How good you are How good you are My father and my friend

The Paradise Road Leads to The Paradise Beach I am camping With some other travellers Who have left this world So that they can find a reality

What are you smiling at Stan You do not want to know Try me Have you ever heard of a politician called No should I have He vanished a number of years ago Really It became an unsolved mystery until about a year ago Are you listening Jane Yes Well a chap on his death […]

I was sitting in my chair watching the dawn As it broke above the memories of the sea This was the saddest of occasions And often made me weep As the Fragile Friday Birds No longer sang in the Oleander Trees They had been poisoned by love

Kitty and Jax were stretched out on my bed After making love They were quite naked I could see the beads of sweat Flat on their pale skin They had allowed me to watch them Not because I was their brother But because I was an artist Who enjoyed recording passions In a world full […]

I live in a small castle without a moat Yet it is surrounded by magnolia trees I cannot describe how beautiful These fragrant trees are They are so feminine So delicate to the touch Violets Bluebells Snowdrops and Roses Add much to the harmony of my gardens But it is the magnolia trees That remain […]

Is there are more beautiful sight That slipping into Bath on a passenger train Late of London I was raised in this beautiful city But this view always stuns my senses And I am left disabled with tears in my eyes

My wife and I are decorating our bedroom We have painted one wall green But the wall facing our bed remains plain Although Anna-Anne has had her doubts I have chosen not to paint it For in the mornings it gladly entertains me With many of its organic shadows

The miracle of birds The perfumes of flowers Ophelia’s breast The travels of the moon The mysteries of time