You say that my poetry is too experimental What do you mean by experimental As you know that I travel along roads much travelled You call me an amateur but we are all amateurs So I take this as a compliment and thank you my dear friend God is the only professional poet and that […]

Sally Anne Wagstaff was born in a dour northern town The third of six children Her mother worked in the local supermarket and her father at the steelworks From a young age she knew that she would not be attractive as she was pear shaped and very small How she envied her step-sister Matilda who was […]

lives by the sea in a small coastal town his bedroom faces france and every morning when he rises from his bed he looks at his mother country and sheds a tear as he is an emotional man during mists and fogs he imagines his childhood before he moved to england and married lucy on […]

I often swop day for night so that I may spend time with you It is a simple technique using a graduated neutral density filter But you tell me that you feel uncomfortable with this science As you feel you can be seen by anybody who cares to look You come home shower and slip in […]

I am a washed up middle aged poet Who has nothing new to say I write about mermaids And use mystical words Just to disguise my shortcomings Yet I am admired by many So I continue writing poetry The other day I received a letter Telling me that true poets Commit suicide at forty-six I […]

I have an unusual hobby which might be considered dangerous It involves jumping out of a plane at five thousand feet without a parachute With at least five items of crockery This must be done over vast food producing fields Although the fall is enjoyable it passes very quickly So I try to enjoy it as […]

There were about thirty people on the quayside waving at the departing ship I waved back and so did Ina but we soon grew bored with our occupation and retired to our cabin We both undressed and held each other and were soon lulled into an afternoon sleep by the gentle rolling of the ship […]

You never asked my permission I will never forgive you Neither will millions of others You cannot run roughshod over people We all have the right to speak out against you Even though our fathers committed the original sin

I try to remain hidden all day Blending in with my surroundings Red Red Green Green White White It is more difficult in the mornings As they are much smaller Camouflage is an art Which is not learnt in a day I often make mistakes Especially over breakfast My partner always corrects me And in appreciation I […]

You returned to Reykjavik six weeks ago And left your mobile for safekeeping I was told to look out for bottles in the sea With personal messages from you to me  I have haunted the pier since your departure  But there is nothing in the ice blue waters  I was told to look out for bottles […]