I can remember on a wet evening In Hastings Retiring into an obscure cinema I watched a film about trains And fell in love with an android I have not scripted this poem It has a past but no future The thing that I like about androids Is that they lack emotions As they are […]

Hail is rattling against my bedroom window I am holding it at arms length As I hide under my warm blankets A week ago I was sitting On a coastal terrace Looking out to sea The air was mild And the sun was bright Spring had already Presented her calling card This was a favoured […]

Stan why do I always find a pair of my panties under your pillow Because I like to be close to you You can keep a pair of my pants under your pillow if you like It really fucks me off Stan I am a busy girl Stan and I find it really annoying It […]

From my room I can see a golden figure Swathed in robes in a desert landscape It does not move nor do the winds disturb its fabrics I was born in a sunny doorway on a bright Spring day And as a child knew that I had butterfly wings I kept these hidden in case […]

Suzanne Mer sits in her room Sketching She brings colour to the world With her pastel crayons Suzanne Mer writes poetry Beautiful poetry That brings happiness To all those who read Her poems Suzanne Mer is my creation Suzanne Mer lives within you

I had a cousin who was a little older than me Her name was Cherry Palmer We were both distantly related To George Palmer Of Huntley & Palmers fame The strange thing was that neither of us Had a sweet tooth and cared little for biscuits I last saw Cherry at a wedding when she […]

Madame Would you care To dance with me On a deserted Metro platform Next Tuesday at six I look forward To your answer

You are my equal I am your equal You arrange beautiful flowers In fine vases I watch them slowly die My name is Bruno What is yours

You are leaving today Jake I am I do not want to see you back here There is no chance of that Sarah will make sure that I do not stray Be safe my friend And you Oscar Five years together and then five minutes That is how it works I have a question for […]

Fabbinsso Feba is a small fishing village On the other side of the world I rocked up there after splitting With my partner Alison I arrived with nothing more than my paints A couple of pads and a box of pencils Much to my surprise I was made welcome Possibly because I was a lost […]