Saturday, 30 November 2019

Friday, 29 November 2019

Sunday, 24 November 2019

pulled one way
then the other
the ying and yang
of ice cold beer
and jasmine tea

Published (2020) The Bamboo Hut Number 1
shelling pistachio nuts
surrounded
by empty promises

Submitted (2020) UHTS AHA competition
this Chinese lake
the perfect place
for poetry

Saturday, 23 November 2019

bananas are the perfect fruit
they come in their own box
they never run away from you
they never steal your socks

bananas are a tasty food
they taste like...
...well...
...bananas
and science proves beyond all doubt
they’re better than sultanas

bananas are nutritious
they fill you full of glee
and if you find one long enough
there’s some for you and me

but do take care
and please beware
bananas seem quite friendly
but if you are not nice to them
they make your tummy bendy

so if you see one in a bowl
that comes from further south
pick it up
take off its skin
and stuff it in your mouth
my thoughts
like parallel lines
converging
making a point
with chopstick philosophy

Published (2020) The Bamboo Hut Number 1
in the spirit
of Goldstein
in my Hut of the Small Mind
I seek
my tanka road

Published (2020) The Bamboo Hut Number 1

Thursday, 21 November 2019

Found haiku:

Five low-flying cormorants
skim
over darkening waves
****

Something pipes*
in the trees,
a regular

From Audrey Dunne (2014) 'Hessle Foreshore at Sunset' in Humberlands: fifteen poems about the Humber & its landscape Wordspin Publications, Hull

* Accepted (2020) Poetrypea

Tuesday, 19 November 2019

high rise clothesline
a red thong
swaying

(edited by Su Wai Hlaing)

Submitted (2020) UHTS AHA comtest

Sunday, 17 November 2019

Chinese night

The kitchen clatter. The cackle of Asian voices. What Marco Polo discovered (or did he introduce them?) is being shared. The waiter knows me from previous visits. “Good morning” he says; it is evening. I point to my items on the menu, recognising the pictures. Ramen and fried rice (is it ever ‘ordinary’). The food arrives and I remind myself not to rush. I am alone this evening with nothing to do:

with every mouthful
a long story
this noodle bar

Saturday, 16 November 2019

Thursday, 14 November 2019

Wednesday, 13 November 2019

rush hour over
the beggar’s bowl 
falls silent

Submitted (2020) The Heron's Nest 

looking anywhere
except
at the beggar

Submitted The Mamba

Saturday, 9 November 2019

return to sender
dementia delivers
another blow
****

not known at this address
dementia delivers
another blow

Submitted (2020) UHTS AHA contest
honking back
at the geese
in V-formation
tomato soup
and a white shirt
what could go wrong?

glancing up a blue tit gone