Sailors from the crow's nest peering In Hans Schlottheim's Golden Galleon Where chimes the time at every quarter And trumpeters announce...

So he is gone And he sighed as he went And you have no right To assume what that sigh Might have meant, What it means To those who were...

Degas knew the feel of light on delicate moving bones, anatomising figures pulling on a glove, trying a summer hat with tongue-tip...

Nature's Cry The old on empty roads head for the vanishing point; the young between façades feel nature’s vertigo. I paint the pain...

A time to look back on A time to look forward A song to sing sweetly Whose words make us mourn When a shadow lies heavy When in winter...

I heard an ancient whaler say The story should go round Of how the whaling trade was run Before they all went underground And proud he...

Dawn knocking woke up Troilus, Time bundled up his Cressida, the leaving was not easy, yet to Time he had to leave her. No twin trumpets...

E vietato in Otranto calpestare l’erba but over the cathedral floor, from the great west door, feet trample the Serpent, limbs of the...

A taper illumines the head of the man bowed over the table, scribbling and smiling as ever, claiming that smoke descended, through his...

From a holy place on the northern coast of an isle in the centre of a wine dark sea we unearthed a figurine vaulting over a bronze Minoan...

Sitting beneath the orchard trees, the meadow newly mown, consuming tea and scones, on plastic chairs and tables, what does this place...

On a quiet road this April day We park the car and thread our way Through trees which overgrow a scene Old photos tell us once has been...

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...