I love maps. They provide a skeleton of fact and the imagination is forced to fill in the rest - the colours of the window frames, the stones on the mountain, the chicken bones in the street. During my Masters Degree, I worked part time in Transport for London's travel information call centre and I had plenty of opportunity to indulge this life-long interest. As part of a text-art exhibition at Lewisham's The Art House, I picked a handful of names out of the vast Greater London A-Z (they still haven't asked for it back) and turned each into a short piece. These short pieces, for reasons I still don't understand, ended up being poems. Here are some of them, presented in their original text-art settings.