The poem that I originally created for this special day perished when I accidently washed the leather purse in which the work was hidden As

Was a play written by Kurt Vonnegut It is also the name of my wife Her birthday does not fall On the 29th of February

Your brother died many years ago He was part of the Dream Battalion And had been promoted Quite quickly as all the other officers were

Truman and his two sisters stood peacefully distant from the church Their father had been buried beyond its outer walls As he had lost his

I met two French girls Stranded in Torcross Until our meeting They had led separate lives   I met two girls Stranded in Torcross One

In the summer of 1950 June and Carter took a walking holiday in Southern England They had three conversations   One I saw a heroine

From a high vantage we watched the battle progress We watched as young men ignorant of delicate flowers Were torn apart by the confusion of

The woman joined the train at Canterbury and sat opposite Alex even though the train was quite empty She was quite tall and Alex thought

A Birthday at Sea The morning was quite beautiful With a wide wide white sky The afternoon disappointed me As darker clouds inhibited my enjoyment

Alex-Alex and Alec were sitting at the breakfast table sharing breakfast The morning sun was breaking free from the heavy anvil clouds Alec looked at