On this website I am in the process of uploading all of my unpublished plays, and also those plays of mine that I’ve rewritten since they were published. Also all my unpublished poetry. I have divided it into five - EARTHBOUND, UNDERGROUND, AIRMAIL ,THE APPROPRIATION OF BIRDSONG and KELLY CONNOR etc, (which includes THE TRIAL OF KELLY CONNOR and STORY-SONNETS.) Links above.

After editing thirty-five years of poems, the following new one emerged as a kind of overview?

I TRIED TO WAKE

I tried to wake

But sleep won the argument.

Every story ended

‘they slept happily ever after,’

The Radio news recommended

Nothing but slumber,

Every kind of weather was ether

 The fresher, the yellower,

The more wide open the spring flower,

the deeper

into the green bank of sleep I would be lowered

 The worse the crisis, the louder the shouting,

The more intricate the music

Of most faint star-orchestras

 My only answer

To God

And when I fell in love I fell asleep,

She was upset when daylight

Knocked me out just like the night

In all the ancient cities we wandered,

The buried strata

Leaked chloroform into the air

So I decided

To be sleep’s chronicler,

In sleep to number all of the dark’s colours,

Every drop of every sea and stream,

each grain of all mountains,

Every kind of insect,

Everyone everywhere

To be sleep’s minstrel, chronicler and King.

I have never finished a book

But I have slept through everything