We are following the road winds Just you and I And in this darkness may fall and die   The eclipse of Jupiter is near Just days away Let us find shelter and await the display

When reading my poetry at a gathering recently I was asked by a rather butch woman whether I was a lesbian I explained to her that I was to all intents a man and in possession of a rather happy penis She said that her question had arisen whilst reading my poetry and that she […]

The moon hangs low over the sea Suma beach is deserted Apart from the fireflies   Moon The moon hangs low over the sea Suma beach is deserted Apart from the fireflies    

A volcano has emerged from my wallpaper I am not sure how it arrived It certainly was not there yesterday As I always look at my wallpaper before I go to bed I hope that this volcano remains inactive As the beautiful cherry blossoms have just arrived This makes my small bedroom quite cheery and […]

What is real to me may not be real to you I often wonder why as we are no different When I hear a bird singing in a tree Do you hear the same sweet songs Are you aware of the beauty that surrounds us all Are you aware of the ugliness that surrounds us […]

I have a book on my coffee table called The Fortunes of War which was written by Olivia Manning just over half a century ago Only volume two (The Levant Trilogy) sits in front of me and its battered cover shows a young Harriet Pringle looking into the distance with one of the many Egyptian […]

And I cast a piece of balsa into the fast flowing stream  Why did you do that I was interested in its destiny It vanished beneath the willow trees  Was that the destiny of the balsa  Possibly I will never know  Let us eat at my table of beauty  And I will describe the clouds […]

You revealed to me In those fading hours That you were Travelling to India On a beautiful White steam ship With my late father This was to be An outward journey As I knew that You would never return I could see it in your eyes       March 14th 2021 

Designed by Joan Miro And decorated my Mondrian Was sold to me As a dog toy But I suspect It is a work of art

Alice Ordinary visited the beach each day As she wanted to meet a mermaid Muriel wanted her to compare her notes About the control of the jellyfish Having been stung earlier in the summer