The lights cut out as dusk fell on rehearsal in the handsome room in the northern capital city. The king paused in his rant and we waited...

for Jean-Paul Sartre Exits are entrances - so actors tell - To a space which they create To make the watchers feel The unseen is just as...

I wipe the flies, dust, sand from paintings crossing the heath, The canvas changes, changes with the day progressing, as do my figures...

Stand by! The countdown has begun. The cameras roll: I hold the floor, Balance my cocktail, block the pain, At my best time, for the last...

Turku, your memories return. Past, what are you worth? Searching, recollecting, collecting, piecing shards, breakages together, the ferry...

I have a friend who smells a flower and says I do not see its beauty, claims I murder to dissect. But since I know much more than he, of...

When I was three Perhaps just two My father took me To London Zoo. At a tall fence near The entrance gate We paused to wait Behind a...

I had a dream the other night I was climbing Jacob’s ladder. St Peter stood at Paradise Gate Pondering what proof I had That I was fit to...

The Old Liar’s Paintings I’ve given up, he said To a friend of a friend But canvases lay stacked Beneath the table, Scattered on the...

It seems so brief a time On a January day You came into the world And bawled in no uncertain way You were here to stay. Now a well-known...

Tom, Tom, our daughter’s son, what and who will you become? It is quite clear that you will be someone quite different from me. On the...

How we get used to things. The tarnished cigarette case Bearing my initials, Grimy in interstices, Tobacco grained from cigarettes Smoked...

Behind the curtain of the trees the throb of drums conveys a meaning, curse or welcome who can say, drums of war or peace or prayer...

Do not question, said the Pope, the God-engendered bang. In the beginning He Was, and so is Now; without Him we are puffs of smoke, all...

To be is to do - Aristotle To do is to be - Sartre Dobe do be do - Frank Sinatra anonymous graffiti So should we then obey what such...

He was no public advocate of Republican or Democrat, Prudently unpolitical he, in the White House privately may have skipped diplomacy....

Some near or distant hot hot day all that lives will burn away, how could they ever fancy that, sage men who thought the earth was flat?...

Rubbish among the tracks, Beneath the trees, Declares the north. Grey sky, long terraces, Vapour from a vent, Crooked black branches...

The tide has not yet swept the littered shingle, Green and red buoys mark the channel, Pitch in scuds of rain. Violet fells Flow west...

Delft in half shadow reposes on water, light and dark clouds sail overhead, the sunlit New Church has an empty belfry, the Old is dark...