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Daily Reports – China – 13th of April 2015

October 1, 2015



Filled the kettle but forgot to turn it on.

Forgot I was even making tea.



So many languages half learnt. Even my own.

Still trying to find the right words.



All the things waiting on my bed and sofa.

I just keep sitting.




Reports – China – 9/4/2015

September 23, 2015

A long time in between posts. Been settling into another country and compiling my poetry from Central America/Thailand/Japan into a collection. I am going to start up my daily poetic reports from my new home in China.

Here are some from 09/04/15…back in April!


The eleven foot curtain heaves against the desk.

It puffs out its chest as much as I’d like to.

I take a deep breathe but it falls short or shallow

one of those, either way not enough. Less than I’d like.

More than I need. Less than I want and can get.

More than I deserve, I suppose. Probably like that

for all of us and everything.


Want to go out but

no one to talk to and nowhere to go

forced back to writing.


Leaning over the railing six floors up

leaves hold palms up to catch me

so tempted just to see how they’d feel

and the fullness of the air as well

breezing as I flew past

too excited I have to pull back

forgetting the ground




Poet Interview – Kim Cheng Boey – Cerise Press

January 29, 2014

During my morning readings I stumbled upon a great interview of Kim Cheng Boey at Cerise Press. He is a contemporary Singaporean/Australian poet who currently teaches at the University of Newcastle, Australia. As you may guess in an interview with a poet, he discusses his own craft and where he draws his poetry from. It is (perhaps to put words in his mouth) to make sense of the past, to find meaning and to bring it alive again. His story of travelling and searching resonated a lot with me and I think it will, too, with a lot of poets out there. It is also nice to find some new poets now and again to help inspire out own work…the link to Cerise Press is below and it is well worth a look.

It is also ironic for myself that I am really just discovering about this poet who was my poetry mentor at university. That we share so much in style and experience, and how oblivious I was to it, and self-absorbed with my own work without looking outward…I guess there is a lesson there!




Darkness is spreading! Free Verse and Music

November 16, 2013

Dark Moon

Good evening everyone. The night has started and the bats are out performing their swoops under the lamp light. To celebrate the death of day, here is a dark post for you all; just some free verse of dark intoxication, a picture of the cloud captured moon, and a review and recommendation for some Satanic music (golly!).


The free verse first, as this is meant to be a weblog of words first and foremost! This is inspired by a run I had the other day and as I ascended the hill I kept pushing and pushing and I did not know how I could make it…but I did…somehow. As you do when you run, yours thoughts drift off into strange places and I was imagining how I would feel if dark and forces from with out took control of me from within…and this came. It is more like an open letter a person is writing to himself and perhaps an impotent warning to others.


Underneath and inside me there is a portal. An entrance to a sphere of flame smaller than a candle though mighty like a singularity resting somewhere beneath my heart between my lungs and hinting at limitless power willing to be harnessed from somewhere with out. I discovered this weird on a run and as I ascended a hill flames torched through my chest. I was staggered by the energy, feeling exhilarated with the power of another from another. As I pushed harder the glorious pain spread with aching fingers of force throughout my body tearing me down thread by thread and then forming me again with inspired inspiration. I felt the agony of this destruction and then the ecstasy of my reconstruction. Reaching the peak my heart pounded with deep and slow blows as if it was a giant’s fist hammered within me to come out into this world. I put a hand over my heart scared at its movement and the knowledge that it was not I who made it beat. I wanted to smile and to weep at this secret I had found and held inside. A force had touched me from beyond. In a single moment it had seduced me and hooked me like some insidious demi-drug. I knew then as I know now that I will never be able to relax again. Moments of stillness and quiet only amplify its cries. This hungry babe sinks in its amorphous fangs and tears my flesh to suckle. At once I am terrified and pulsating with life. Feeling it feed my body while it feeds on me, what people call the soul that I had never understood before. With its potency I plunge deep into life drawing on everything and everyone, working until my bones ache until the force inside is the only thing propping me up, luring me on with unsaid promises of things granted by this other world within. At each apex of achievement it tells me there is still an inch to go and then another- until forever. I know what I am now; a pawn and pendulum between worlds a bottle neck for this power a thoroughfare of the universe as they battle to stretch me open. Just the keyhole in a door to a boundless dimensions never designed for me.


Satanic music? But, I love god! Bear with me…The band I recommend…Ghost B.C. and their new album Infestissumam

So the band is called Ghost (B.C.). They had to add the B.C. for trademark reasons, though they say they are Ghost through and through. I got the album through a review giving it 9/10. My first listen was from a nap. I put on some music and woke half way through this album not realising what it was but thinking, ‘wow, this sounds cool.’

How to define this music? They hail from Sweden which is one of the stalwart metal countries and I would categorise them as such. Yes, it is often hard to recommend metal to people. Some often have an image of the genre fixed in their brains of long haired tattooed men screaming about killing babies. That can sometimes be the case (haha), but it is a broad and massively diverse genre. But, I am not here to defend the genre. This is a band that fans of the genre will like, and may surprise those who like rock music, but who seldom dip into such dark worlds. Who knows you may like it? It may even become a guilty pleasure.

Though are Ghost even a metal band? They define themselves as a “theatrical rock band”, and make dark melodic rock/metal that is often groovy and psychedelic with plenty of keyboard/organ melodies and catchy riffs. They are a ‘black metal’ band in the original sense as in Black Sabbath and others of their ilk. Thematically ‘black’ and not at all musically black such as a band like, say, Emperor. The singer sings melodically, often in ominous church choir hymns and with ghoulish rasps. Their lyrics are Satanic. Yes. Satanic, but not grotesque. As Ghost said themselves, coming to one of their gigs is a great way to break your usual routine and pretend to be a Satanist for an hour. After a listen you will no doubt be humming the catching tunes and lyrics, “Come together, for Lucifer’s son.”

A Satanical Theatrical Rock Band…really? Yes, and the gigs take on a very sinister, theatrical mood to match the music. A lot of the older fans like the gigs because it reminds them of going to their first Kiss gigs and similar bands of that genre and era…apparently. Are they Satanists? Am I going to go to hell for listening to this? I don’t believe they are serious. They said they were raised around the genre from a young age, so the themes are very natural to them. As I understand, they moreover want to make great music and do something different and awesome that they themselves and fans can enjoy. One member professed that their tour bus usually has Euro trash pop music pumping…so yes, they may actually be affected by the devil.

The band come on in character (their real identities are unknown…spooky) and dress as a congregation of Satanic clergy to perform with the band members, ‘ghouls’, dressed in all black coats and hoods and their lead singer, ‘Papi’, dressed as the congregation leader in satanic Pope style. One of my favourite songs is the hauntingly melodic Monstrance Clock and you may check it ‘ere… I think that will give describe more about the music and their band than I can. I will end by saying- Good band and album. Highly recommended to rock fans and if you want to escape from the norm of your listening, I hope you give them a try.

That is all from me. A monster of a post. I hope you liked parts or all of it.

Peace and regards.



Wednesday – 2nd of October – Just East of the Andaman Sea

October 2, 2013

I have been a little quiet lately. Just a little. To save my self from tiredness and headaches, I have created a digital switch off in the mornings.  The old notepad is out and the pen and all the glory of sitting outside in the sun drinking tea. This has led to a lot more writing, though it has led to a lot less blogging which includes reading all-a-y’all’s words, too :-(. You know how it is, though? Enough!

Here is another poem for my project called ‘Isles’ called ‘Underwater’. The poem is, well, read it and find out. The compilation is of poetry inspired by my 3 months of chosen isolation living on Phi Phi Island, Thailand. I have pictures, too, that may or may not accompany and relate to the writings on my Photo Feed on the right of my Blog. If you would like to read more, select the category called ‘Isles’ to see them all. Or not. It is your internet time and I know how precious it is!

I would like to share something profound with you. Something pithy…but I can’t…so a little random list.

Bands of the moment. Tyr and Evile.

Food of the hour. Poached Eggs.

Creature of the day. Those tiny little moth like things that just seem to go around in circles.

Book of the moment. The Paleo Solution. 

TV show of the minute. Hell on Wheels.


Hoped you enjoyed my randomness.



Saturday Poetry Prompt Fragments

September 15, 2013

I had my little challenge I gave myself to write a few poems about the day and the happenings that was Saturday. I did pretty well writing about 6 poems in their rough and rugged state. I won’t put them all up now as it will take up a lot of space and they are sketches of final products, so I’ll put up some parts of three and hopefully together they will make a picture of my day, thoughts and activities.

Later on I will post up the complete poems individually and they’ll be added to my poetry project called ‘Isles’, which is a compilation of poems reflecting my experiences, thoughts, actions in Thailand.

Enjoy the fragments if only a fragment.

Peace and regards,




It’s a massive cliché to say

that a day brings new possibilities.

Though I’ll say it because it’s obvious;

Appropriate to any day and especially

this one. Justified beyond creativity.

Specifically defined for this moment.

The hours of waking and the eager

excitement of a new awakening.

Seize the day is another cliché

but I’ll grab it as intended

and just like the phrase says.


Centipedes curl in fighting on the ground.

Lizards awaking from their pathway slumbers

scatter into the brush. Butterflies

chase each other through the vines

with one thing on their minds.

A constant whir hidden close in the trees

singing the song of the tropical heat.


A peach sunset falls slowly over the bay.

The beach cools, the tourists shake their towels and stroll,

the shadows on the green hills darken.

I sway in my seat, sip my Singha, and mull.


Saturday Morning Bacon Jam – A Day In The Life #Prompt

September 14, 2013

I hope everyone had a nice Friday the 13th. I relaxed after work playing an 8-bit RPG on my phone called ‘Gurk’, read some Elric of Melnibone, watched the Ultimate Fighter and killed a few mosquitoes.

I awoke this morning, did a little yoga to wake up, and feel quite energized. Simply, I feel good. One of those days when anything seems possible. But these days are dangerous. They can slip away from you. So I plan on immortalizing this day of activity or non-activity in poetry. Even if I do nothing…I would have practiced some lines.

I have written one poem over breakfast with my resolve…It is only a first draft. I’ll post this one and maybe a few later and see if I live up to my own ideas.

If you, too, would like to try the same. Make a diary of the day, any day or night, and your thoughts through poetry or micro stories or photos or something expressive, then put them on your page, perhaps in a single post, then ping back to me and let’s see what we come up with and how we tell it!

Whatever you do, please enjoy your day and take some time out for yourself :-).

As always,

Peace and Regards,


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