A lovely girl

A Rotten Night’s Sleep

A Shocking

A Shudder

A Side-Turning

A Struggling

All This Mainlining On Words

Cabinet Mirror

Catha Suddenly

Face Up

Fair Enough

Fair- Mindedness

Flying Buttress  in Bronze

For Chrissake

Fuel Cables

Full Of Echo's

Gold Chain Around His Neck

Half- Stefan Crossing

Having To Work


I Never Went Back

I Want To See You

In a Minute

In Frankfurt

In Hertfordshire

In Marxist

I could feel his tongue in my ear.

In Sussex

John Marx Stefanovitch


Kiss the envelope  for luck

Letter from Alison to Stefan

Letter  from Stefan to Alison

Listen Darling

Malleus malefactum

Mmmm’ Noises.

Mortality In Relation

My Beloved

Nancy Friday

‘Observe the wolf pack.

Our Relationship

Out- Stretched

Own Glass Still


I was expecting  Julia to arrive with a friend.  What I was unprepared for was the contrast between the two women  when I opened the  door.  Julia’s blonde hair drifted across her face, her filmy dress lifted in the  in the breeze, she was nervous.  She failed to free her hand from a tangle  of carrier bags and used her elbow to point  up the introduction.
            ‘This is Alison.’
            Alison was tall and slim as a knife beside Julia’s soft billowing proportions. Her skin white beside Julia’s tan, slanting eyes pale green where Julia’s were round and bracken brown.  Alison’s hair twisted into a copper plait, no strand escaping in the breeze to blue the startling  beauty of her  face.  She was composed, disinterested even.  In my turn I betrayed no particular surprise or pleasure as I ushered them in.  Naturally I wondered if Alison’s nipples were as pink as Julia’s were brown.   I assumed   I would find out soon enough, so I just said, ‘if  you want to go in the kitchen, Julia.
            She had already  gone.  She always brought me treats.  And she never settled until she had unpacked the goodies  from the shutters delicatessen at the end of her street.  Offerings to placate the gods?  Yet I never  encouraged her.  I did allow  my gratitude to overcome my embarrassment though. After all, I sometimes lived for a whole week off the food she brought for one evening.
            Alison declined my invitation to be seated and I poured her glass of wine aware that she stood motionless behind me. I guessed she was allowing her eyes to travel round the walls of the room. ‘D’ you paint yourself?’ she said.
‘I have an art gallery.’
I handed her the wine, noting the way its coldness was frosting the silver of the goblet, rather than looking into her face. I was afraid her beauty might force some exclamation from me. I sat down and started to roll a joint. I had already had one myself and was anxious for the girls to catch up.
‘I like that one best.’ I still did not look up so she continued, ‘Which is your favorite?’
‘Since they will all, at some point, you basterd be for sale it would be unwise for me to grow too fond. ‘
‘Such self-control.’ There was a hint of mockery. She sat down and spread her arms open along the sofa back.
‘However,’ I said and I did look at her now as I ran my tongue along the cigarette paper, ‘I do know what I like.’
With a quiet laugh she let her head fall onto the sofa back too. Her neck was long and white. I waited till she looked up at my silence, then looked down immediately to light the joint.
‘This is for you.’
She took the smoke delicately. It was a Thai stick and I was rather hoping she had no idea of its strength. She smoked without fuss and then said, ‘To get back to the paintings.’
Julia hurried in, licking her finger. She carried a dish of taramosalata and small pieces of pitta bread which she set on the coffee table, then sat on the floor so her skirt floated out around her.
‘Oh, the gallery. What happened was, Seymour was just into his final thesis, “Third World Politics of Poverty”, ‘when his father died. That was, when was it? Well, anyway Seymour warned suddenly had so much money that he. Oh, Alison” do have some of this.’



Remember celebrating

Seafood Filling



Seymour Warned


Socio Economic

Soul Love

Stefan to Alison

Stefan winked.


Stefanovitch speaking

Straggers Backwards

The Best Nurturing

The Heart of Paris

The Insidiousness

The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm,

The Priest and the Penitent

The Shutters

The Sorbonne

Then Leave It

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