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  • I have been upshirted

    Vence is worse How I laughed at your text You hate fucking dogs But they adore you Do you know that I have just been upshirted Really Josie has been upskirted But never upshirted I was standing on our terrace Drinking a strong strong coffee Wearing only my white shirt When I noticed a chap […]

  • Beastmaster Illinois

    Josie I am currently by the river Walking Beastmaster Illinois The dog seems to like me But shits everywhere Carol popped him around And asked if I might walk him I was chatting to Martin a few minutes ago Holding Beastmaster on a long lead When I noticed that he/she/it Had shit on a sleeping […]

  • Favourite Things

    Bears with purple noses Leaves on the Line Interiors of railway carriages Red upholstered seats Flat green fields Signals passed at speed The Daily Telegraph A notebook and a pen Shallow rivers in sand Cumulus clouds Warm July Days

  • Violet Bear

    In the country of Spaera Every town and every village Is called Violet Bear Nobody knows why

  • Without Beauty the World is Nothing

    When reading your work I often Come across this thought It is so true I am sitting on a terrace here in Vence Marie-Claude in opposite me We are both drinking Coca Cola (I have learnt my lesson Joe) We both feel exhausted (I will let you make your own mind up) Monique is driving […]

  • Adelante

    Josie Do you realise that adelante Is a Spanish word Meaning forward I always look forward That is the problem today People look back And argue about history Why argue about it Yesterday I was in Canterbury I was carrying a bag of dust From a nearby beach Joe Vence is very beautiful But you […]

  • Summer Visitors

    Swallows Swifts and House Martins Are here again in their numbers Summer has arrived in Deal

  • Frank Burleigh

    You look pale against the violet sheets Bicycles are such cruel machines I am bathing your tanned leg As you watch the migratory birds

  • Mysteries of a Book

    Yvonne et Martin From your affectionate friend 21 December 1929 Whose hand is this Will I ever find out We share the dancers

  • Nor were the summer perfumes hidden

    I followed the line of the narrow river As I made my way across the city I watched the sun as it teased the clouds All the colours of the day Were vivid to my eye Everything was illuminated