East to West (Isle of Wight 1957) Penny, tuppence, shilling shining down the stairs and out Frank James and all that ail there and then...

The brightness unnerved him White light spiralled and drifted effulgent all about him Gently he was taken up by the light Intoxicated by...

What sighing. crying, flying into temper’s tantrum Tear reddened trembling clenched of fist Blackened by mood so vile and rage to quiver...

At long last the stinging salt spray That had carried singing upon the wind abated Leaving an extraordinary clarity in its wake It was as...

Jack and Jill Where is it, this state of being? What is it that was expected of them? Forever the universal pair Learning that all truth...

Broken hearted photographs lay strewn across the bedroom floor Scattered rose petals leave a bleeding-heart trail Dancing in profusion at...

Heatherwood 67 Moorgreen Road Cowes Isle of Wight 5th March 1953 An angel wing bright as my dreams were ending Just a whisper of perfume...

Christmas time and the bucket list years No fears or incrimination just illumination Seeing the light night after night after all these...

I always looked forward to a Sunday morning walk to Gurnard from East Cowes to visit to my Aunt Norma, especially as she was my most...

Time steals away, fated like grains of sand stolen by the wind Carrying them in an all along down along dilly song Leaving only echoes...

Many Moments Many moments make a while Many moments long, long ago Elongated whiling days sinking into the glowing distance Autumn...

Nothing Works Nothing works as well as it did Nothing lasts for ever It was never meant to What used to be is no longer Preferring...

Mary his wife could only hear she would never listen John her husband would speak incessantly but never talk Mary would have listened...

Carbolic soap red fire in the range Friars Balsam and goose grease vest It was so long ago and so faraway Listening to the rain singing...

The 11.58 to Leeds is running late I hate waiting in the cold wind I check my watch as I look across at the Parish Church High upon the...

Osteoarthritis leaving peg leg detritus in its wake All for the sake of knee-deep sleep in Ibuprofen gel The hell of each day giving way...

When all the world was tuppence Every day a lucky penny bright Over the road across to the green field Beneath the Ash tree where Prince...

I am at the stage of life where most of my conversations start by recalling the past, I much prefer this of course to that of the...

Through the small scullery window above the gleaming Belfast china sink, I could see clear across the River Medina on Saturday mornings....

Something changed a while ago Sleep dreaming promises echo rolling into the distance like a drum beat Empty words worth no more than...