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  • May at the Turner Contemporary

    On the first warm day in May May Blossom travelled to May Gate She was looking For Sea Glass Near the the sea shelter She swam in the Sea Pool And walked across the beach Still damp from her recreation May/ Dry/Cotton /Dress/ Dry The Turner awaited May But she had lost her sandals They […]

  • The sun was dripping warm honey

    The sea mists had obscured All but the closest trees Night saturated the sun Was dripping warm honey

  • The Light

    The silence was shattered On a dull afternoon I was visiting you both Over tea You said Do you realise That we have Been in a relationship For over ten years Do you love each other I knew all along It was as plain as my hand The gestures the looks False adventures False relationships […]

  • The Nights of Counting the Years

    We hid in the illuminated shadows of our deceit Your relationships were stronger than mine But you never betrayed me not for one day I learnt a great deal about you in our isolation

  • Love Letters of a Portuguese Nun

    We travelled widely for over a year And felt comfortable with each other Although we are identical in many ways We just blended in or so we thought It might have remained like this Never a destination only a journey And then our father was drowned at sea We felt like we had been punished […]

  • Home Thoughts

    I was in Portugal for a year Teaching English as a foreign language You visited me only twice As we were trying to avoid being together But this was to no avail As we both now remember That night in Lisbon Which changed our lives

  • Journey into the Night

    When we realised she went travelling I had an affair with a teacher Who I had met on a cross channel ferry We were both in denial for over a year

  • The Slaughterhouse of the Innocents

    It pains me to see these children Being led into a blind night And told that all dawns are false These corrupt roads lead Only to the slaughterhouses

  • Shell Dove

    It was one of those house parties That only the English might hold On the lawns of an ancient manor house  Our hostess was a woman named Shell Dove  Nobody knew her real name  Although she was rumoured to be Jewish  Her features were those  Of a woman of the Mediterranean Perhaps French Spanish or […]

  • Safe Return

    Hi Joe Sorry that I had to charge off but I totally forgot about the rehearsal What a stupid and very tired girl I am I am You were looking much better when I left I have thrown my voodoo doll away Typical £ Store shit You will be happy to know that Cora has […]