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

Monday, 12 June 2017

watch hands
no fingers
pointing to time

Published (2017) in Blithe Spirit (Journal of the British Haiku Society) Volume 27, Number 3, page 55.

typhoon chasing trees

ghosts gathering ground

then silence


Star ferry

stirs up shit smelling water

fragrant harbour

encountered briefs

not mine

infidelity

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

clocks change we cash in our dayling savings