This collection is made up of occasional verse, which is to say poems written only occasionally. They make no claim on merit as 'high art' from someone centrally engaged in questions of literary craft except in so far as they try to follow Ezra Pound's nostrum that a poem should be an appropriate mix of thought, music and image. The poems arise from personal experience, situations, feelings, scenes, but self-indulgence is given some generalising distance by edits to provide shape and measure, edits that with any luck add a bit of concision and depth. What appear here are selected from the jottings of a lifetime and appear in chronological order of their creation.