SCRIPTUS INTERRUPTUS

  ' He triumps now, the dead, Beholding London's gloom' (Lionel Johnson) Beholding the London gloom  from the overground        ...

The barefoot poet walks carelessly over the last shards of his wisdom: crimson, green, blue, yellow shards glinting by the autum gloam. Far ...

  The uneventful life of a poet barefoot in soiled dungarees deadheading carnations first thing in the morning trying to balance the scales ...

  An old van rusting away by an elm-lined footpath, a cat stares at me bemused like someone seeing a ghost. A dray horse weary near an old s...

  Like a moth buzzing around a flower- her whirr of voice as she can't alight on a word.  (Virginia Woolf) I cannot find the right word ...

    I do well in the shade  near the hydrangeas and my dreaming cat   without the tyranny of the sun spotlighting everything I do well. Only...

  my own ashes well kept  in a transparent urn of heartwood and amber. Shall I scatter  them from a cliff in Patmos or maybe in Corfu? perha...