Agnes  I am sending this as I chase a tornado It is a spectacular journey The funnel is at once both frightening and wonderful I am turning into a field to get a better view Enjoy your day on that Seychelles beach We are worlds apart but are next to each other   Pierre

I am following your holiday Even though I am distant It brings me much pleasure To see you on a sandy beach   You swim and worship the sun But do you ever really notice The shadows of the palm trees As they flicker in the breeze   Pierre   

I was asked to submit three photographs In view of this I submitted four Black/Red Red/Black I also submitted two other photographs Of a black and white latrine They were all rejected Which did not surprise me As I had been born in the Hebrides Which when broken down Reads He-Brides This I find rather […]

On a visit to China some years ago I met a leftover lady at a railway station We were instantly attracted to each other And after some difficulties she came to England Where we reside to this day in Royal Leamington Spa Although God has not blessed us with children We are devoted to each […]

There is no money in poetry  But then there is no poetry  In money either    Who said that Outlaw Robert Graves It is nice to see you again You do not call often I apologise for that Anna We both miss you I would imagine that you do Do you earn much money from […]

Café Bath Coffee and walnut cake Tea lightly brewed We are settling down for a while Before we explore the City of the Caesars   Bath Café Today the sky was classically grey and the lingering drizzle did nothing to improve its tired flow Tourists some from afar huddled under colourful umbrellas and obediently followed […]

I am almost touched by the slender robes of angels As I sit birdlike high above your city From my vantage I can see you clearly Conducting your daily business But you are without sight And will never be able to raise your eyes To realise my company   2018

Homage to Blueberries Last year when visiting Paris I saw a priest jump over a ticket barrier A few days later I met him outside of his church I asked him why he had tried to avoid his fare With a gentle smile he explained That his motorbike had given birth hours earlier And that […]

Catholic Town Its spire was never completed you know Neither was the central tower Pretty was walking on the wide path that separated the wall of Pugin’s garden and the west cliffs that fell deeply into the sea Solange was a few steps behind her and was holding an umbrella tight against the fierce wind […]

A Bath Full of Ladybirds Harriet Jane Kendall would travel over twenty miles to the next town to play tennis The reason for this was that the local tennis facility has been infested and destroyed by the blue ladybirds Harriet partnered the a vicars son named Gordon in doubles tournaments and occasionally partnered his identical […]