another poet jealous of my success challenged me to knife fight in a red phone box my reply was quite negative as blue phone boxes were of more interest to me than the classical red ones

I am a very tidy person My apartment will testify to that Everything is ordered And in its right place My brother visited me recently And said that if I disappeared That nobody will have realised That I ever existed in the first place

Whilst the rest of the country Has been battered by storms Eastern Kent has remained quite dry Indeed there was a pleasurable breeze today That accompanied the High White Sun It is known locally as the Dover South Wind 23/09/24

I live in August which is a small village About twelve miles inland from the sea It is cold in the winter and hot in the summer My sister and I run a small seasonal cafe Which is named Sweet Snowflakes in August

Why is it as the winds hasten winter That I continue to think of our summer An atlas of a silent wilderness The railway station in the cornfields The horizontal journeys of our dreams

It is far from idle my love I do love my afternoons Lying in your arms floating (with sea views no less) My summer dress Dances on its hanger The sea breeze Occupies our room

Sometimes we stay in bed During the morning hours It is a nice way to relax And we are able to plan Our long summer afternoons Jack & Jacky

the beach was silent today alone under the wafer clouds in time the autumn storms will bring their seasonal violence and shatter the thin and peaceful air

At times during the summer The heat gets so intense in the city That we spend our short nights naked In the passage near the door This is not uncommon As I have seen my neighbours Resting in their doorways Searching for a breeze There is little or no modesty When the nights are as […]

We missed the train And watched The recent passengers pass I discussed the mathematics Of non migratory birds A steam train Passed through the station Nostalgia waved to me I had known her For many years