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  • A History of Lincolnshire in Red Ink

    On the first day of July my only sister died from a disease of the lungs and my poor father who was beside himself with grief soon moved her crimson piano in the eighth room at the top of the house I say that she was my sister but there was no similarity in our blood […]

  • A History of Lincolnshire in Green Ink

    The mausoleum had been built about one hundred years previously and stood on a slight slope that led to the woods I had only visited it twice firstly when my mother died and then when my sister followed her The stone had aged badly and little or no attempt had been made to clear the […]

  • Afternoon Nude

    You are stretched out in front of me But I do not know if you are asleep Your arms are crossed in repose And your hands touch the sill beneath the blinds The light of the day is illuminating your bare back As it always will do on sunny afternoons     After the photograph […]

  • Auto Nude

    Like a dancer you pose with a certain grace One of your feet is resting on the fender And the other is planted firmly on the ground   We are not travelling at present Yet we are moving rapidly Towards our destinations     After the photograph by Edward Weston

  • Oceano Dunes (1936)

    In the roar of the silence I soon shed my clothes And rolled down the dunes in an abandoned state The area was so isolated in those days And I was a great sunbather But it was not all movement and recreation As I was frequently asked to keep quite still Whilst my likeness was […]

  • Dinosaurs at my Breakfast Table

    I have laid some pretty extraordinary linoleum in the rooms of my small town house The lino that I have laid is unlike any other lino I have laid And I have been laying lino in Manchester houses and flats for over twenty years My name is John Anthony and I have two sisters Natalie […]

  • La Luna

    In the shadows of the night moon I bathed naked in the cool crisp sea My long hair floated silver in my wake And danced in the ripples of her light      

  • El amor en los tiempos del colera

    My Spanish friend Elena was waiting for me on platform six when my late train arrived She was reading El amor en los tiempos del colera and was about half way through the book I waved to her as I alighted from the train and she waved back smiling broadly The restrictions had been eased and […]

  • Art Instillation (Violet Pubic Hair)

    I am hanging Upside down From a horizontal bar Wearing nothing But a chemise That has accepted gravity Before attempting this exhibition I dyed my pubic hair violet As this subtle colour Has a strange interaction With the lights of the city     FYA  

  • Philosophical Question 6

    You look gorgeous  I resemble shit   Discuss