Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Sunday, 13 August 2017

dead alcoholic

which was the drink that killed him

probably the first

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Saturday, 5 August 2017

Thursday, 3 August 2017

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Friday, 7 July 2017

buzzing in my ear

dreaming of the dentist's drill

woke up mosquito 

Saturday, 1 July 2017

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Monday, 26 June 2017

snow tipped Dolomites

vapour trails hang below me

I am not the first

Ligurian coast

thick jasmine hangs in the air

with cigarette smoke

Friday, 23 June 2017

at the next station

alight the train with no flames

my burning desire

Thursday, 22 June 2017

Sunday, 18 June 2017

Saturday, 17 June 2017

late spring
opening summerhouse
hoovering up dead flies
red sand and camels
aboriginal landscape
calling me to die
tea ceremony
facing water
Chiba
by the pond
looking in and staring out
Buddha and the frog

Hong Kong sequence

typhoon season
rain washed streets
wet feet

wind chasing trees
ghosts gathering ground
then silence

Star ferry
stirs up shit smelling water
fragrant harbour

with life leaving them
insects after the typhoon
wave from the pavement

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Riyadh sequence 

Allahu Akbar
eyes stinging dusty nostrils
the camel just blinks

searing Riyadh heat
the slow pace of Ramadan
as the pigeon flies

licking gritty teeth
the call to prayer goes out
how low the sun sinks

light fading fast
words dying in darkness
still the page is turned

Arabic incense
sickly sweet in the hot air
hitting my cold face

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business cards

my recent visit

recorded in rectangles

no mobile signal

I cannot communicate

teenage angst

summer day

stroboscope of sun through trees

train journey home

charity shop window
old clothes
my father
homeless man smiles
uriniferous dribble
walk by

Thursday, 15 June 2017

with life leaving them

insects after the typhoon

wave from the pavement

Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Saturday, 10 June 2017

Friday, 9 June 2017

searing Riyadh heat

the slow pace of Ramadan

as the pigeon flies

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

Arabic incense
sickly sweet in the hot air
hitting my cold face

licking gritty teeth

the call to prayer goes out

how low the sun sinks

Monday, 5 June 2017

Allahu akbar
eyes stinging dusty nostrils
the camel just blinks

Sunday, 4 June 2017

my name is yellow
standing next to an old friend
peeing in the snow
fading light
words dying in darkness
the page is turned
dust falling around
the silence after the bomb
is speaking volumes
bullshit baffles brains
that's what he always told me
I miss my father

Friday, 2 June 2017

the life-giving rain
is puffed up in the blue sky
virtuous cycle
waving not drowning
turbine blades
undisturbed

sleep takes me to where
the journey will never end
dream-like or death-like
light wind and slow turn
a farm without animals
electricity
the rhythmic beating
of the train wheels on the track
is taking me home

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

they claim that he said
niihau to a grasshopper
the small Chinese man

Monday, 15 May 2017

insect
drowned in my whisky
happy ending
a long bamboo pole
Chinese cartoon character
desperate Dan Dan
there are no more eggs
the chickens are not clucking
the old lady died
alone walking
Luzhou City
tallest
the time zone has changed
I am in my own time zone
not here and not there
the beginning of
any journey is the end
of the same journey
live life to the full
what does that mean when I can
see no space to fill
travelling is a
life well lived but where will the
journey reach its end
it eats shoots and leaves
panda bear grammar lesson
it eats, shoots and leaves
bamboo is a word
when you combine with ‘oozle’
becomes confusing
canals and milltowns
transpennine Express from Hull
industry now gone

Friday, 7 April 2017

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Saturday, 1 April 2017

train is late again
but late trains always arrive
close to the platform
(Thanks to a writer from a very old edition of New Statesman for last line)

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Friday, 17 March 2017

time to leave Hong Kong
I think of high-rise buildings
and of small people

working for decades

look how fat I have become

I am very rich

(with Su Wai Hlaing(

Thursday, 16 March 2017

death takes us away
to a place we do not know
we will all go there

Friday, 10 March 2017

haiku about rain

unoriginal

wind blows them away
I get off the plane
I check in for the next flight
I take off again
litter annoys me
but why should I be concerned
I make some of it
the poet thinks hard
cows wander over the field
but the grass is green
City of Culture
that is our current hashtag
a good year for Hull

hustle bustle rush

Hong Kong wakes up this morning

people everywhere

egg becomes chicken

a chicken lays another

and so on it goes

Sunday, 5 March 2017

early morning incense  cicada creaked trees Taichung running