Pylons come Pylons go The world is electric I am surrounded by cables and wires The debris of power Power corrupts I once heard This

The sky is dark Only the horizon remains bright It reminds me of a movie I watched Over twenty years ago Called Betty Blue  

He was a quiet man Who locked himself away When composing She was a mad girl Prone to self-harm But they shared a love of

I witnessed a spectacular display Of shooting stars As I leaned out of the window Of my coastal house A sea mist gradually obscured the

Dust Devils are a dancin Hot Summer Summer Air The Harvest has been collected My Field is rather bare  

Wild Geese are in the Sculpture Park I can hear their Harvest Songs  

I tell you Margate appears in a number of books of poetry Thomas Gray once wrote a poem about a visit to Margate Tom and

On the 17th of September 1973 the poet Stuart Miller Osborne was killed in a car crash in Ealing West London On the 24th of

It is all about paths you know Paths to the beach Paths to the pool Paths through the meadows Paths to school Peter and Petra

I never thought that I would see the demolition of the Theale vineyard One should not harm vineyards They are areas of beauty Beauty is