Hi Joe Steve Well A hole in the ground containing water Ewe Very much Josie In Greece Lucky girl Lucky Greece I am told that you know Canterbury well I do I was there recently And was blown away by the beauty of the city Possibly with the exception of Bath It is the most […]

Yes Tiff you can travel 2 Turin We are taking the train Joe will look after the pottery But please do wear panties Under your summer dresses Otherwise we will have 2 suffer Lines of horny guys chatting us up Erotic Poems of Summer

Norah and I have been travelling around Europe in our VW But now we have returned home to take stock of ourselves We ate drank slept fucked and sometimes travelled in Middlemass Norah had named our camper van after her favourite teacher at school Even though most of the time we lived in our own […]

I do feel within my lifetime That these fruit fields Will be no more Replaced by houses Anonymous and clean How sad that will be For our children Yours and mine Note An unfinished poem written by Stephen Masefield shortly before his death in September 1973 Although incomplete it is one of his last poems […]

This is a calm warm wind Which originates in the tropics Its summer days are long and heavy And full of colours not often seen Stephen Masefield (1973)

I have always considered myself to be an easy girl The trouble is that I am attracted and fall in love easily Five years ago I was arrested in a God Forsaken Country When I was caught in bed with their Head of Security His wife slapped me hard drawing blood I returned the compliment […]

John (Jock) Peterson Was born in Aberdeen But had lived in Berkhamstead Since he was three After leaving college He travelled for a while Before working in a car showroom In Harrow on the Hill It was here that he met Sylvie With whom he had a brief relationship One day after they had had […]

Hi Josie Do you remember a few years ago when we visited Agatha in Cholsey You said then that you would like to write crime fiction But you never got around to it What wasted years as if this gem is anything to go by You apologised for copying my minimalist style You have stolen […]

John (Jock) Peterson Was born in Aberdeen But had lived in Berkhamstead Since he was three After leaving college He travelled for a while Before working in a car showroom In Harrow on the Hill It was here that he met Sylvie With whom he had a brief relationship One day after they had had […]

Hiding Under Hedges No Longer a Threat