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All The Same

October 6, 2017


“Mist or pollution?” I ask

crossing the murky morning bridge.

My friend shrugs. “Both.”

Cross the bridge or not – we’re a part of it.

Surrounded by it. Inhaling it.

Everyday the same crossing,

misted and obscured.

The students ahead disappear.

Mask up or change your routine.

Why the trepidation?

It’s a part of you all the same.

The motions. The breaths in and out.

This crossing and the rituals before and after.

Cross the bridge – You already have

put feet all over it and joined the mist.

“Too early for all that,” she says

reading my mind. “Cross or not,

you’ve crossed it all the same.”



Some thoughts while crossing the bridge to class in the morning. 


Just a Moment

October 2, 2017


Just a moment.

Take a break right here to break it.

Shatter it, in fact. Sweep it up,

grind it to dust underfoot and blow it

into the path of an oncoming car.

Watch it swirl up, twist past my face

then disappear without even a wince.

It’s not real like glass or crystal, right?

Not something you need to replace.

Just break it and make another.

Like we’ve done to so much else.

No one will look back at this and pause

wasting more precious time.

Walk on or wait up for me.

Look back or don’t. Ain’t much to see.

I’m just standing, not caught up in anything.

Staring down the reflections.

A moment. That is all I need.




Ski Ramp Progress

September 28, 2017

Ski ramp Progress

The roofs slope the same way

sliding up like ski ramps to the sky.

Old and new. Older and newer.

Their same ambitions and fates

like that of everything’s. Just conditional.

No comment on progress or decay or rebirth.

All is one thing in another form.

Who cares to remember? Nostalgia

is the present disease of the past.

Keep aiming up and looking that way

keep no foot on the rubble of our memories.

They are no foundations for the future.

Just features for photos on Sunday afternoons.

Like clouds, they are what you say they are.

Think no more of them and look for meanings

only in the pillows of smog above us.

1/10/2015 – Taken in Jimei, Xiamen, China.

Been a long time to share my poetry on this blog…mostly since I have lived in China…though I still have words written and stories to tell, I will start sharing some more and reading yours. Goldbot.


I Am Charlie

January 8, 2015

Life was there

standing before them


with weapons they drew

AKs, guns, everything

so much power

and still they couldn’t speak

no matter what noise they made

just dripping red

red red red ink

enough ink that we couldn’t hear it

enough that we know


that all we could hear

was the silence they made

and how loud

through all of the silence

they had made us.


Another beginning…

January 27, 2014

It has been a while, people. 6 weeks to be accurate to time. To be vague, I have been back to the country of my formative years, revisited another I had lived in for a time, and now I am starting up in a new one. I spent time with family and old friends and learnt again that people don’t change and not to worry, just get on with things and let them get on with theirs.

So, that is perhaps what I am writing this post about. Taking care of my own business and getting the shop in order. The blog has become a beast of its own and some posts I make are just made for the sake of making them, be they poetry, prose, personal, or psychotic! Often just me talking to myself…like now.

I started this blog for the art of it all, to find a community to be critiqued and criticized and create meaningful dialogues in the hope of moving forward. I have always found it hard to be a part of creative communities…perhaps my own fault! Though I have met a lot of awe inspiring and enviable writers here, I hope to find more. You inspire me to be better. So if you care or not or are reading this for the first time thinking WTF?, then that is my mission objective and change of some sort will come soon. Basically, I’m cutting the fat, keeping the bacon and concentrating on these bloody words.

Paz y abrazos gentes!


Thursday 22nd of August

August 22, 2013

Tasty Indian Curries can be bad. Hello India! was the name of the restaurant…how about Hello Toilet! At least my abs look great!

Glint is going well, my fantasy novel. Re-edited Part 1 and have written a bit over the last few days, much of it anachronistically. Trying to put down at least 1000 words a day, plus write some poetry, plus read some books, plus read some awesome poetry from those I’m following on WP, plus work, plus exercise, plus watch TV, plus waste some time on Facebook, plus!!! Who isn’t busy, though?

Anyway, in World news…people getting gassed in Syria. Aussies getting shot in America. Spy agencies getting more powers the more we find out how evil they are! Come on NZ! Legalising gay marriage (positive) and now this? The world needs a super hero.


We Drink Because We’re Poets

August 14, 2013

Hi, all. There is a wonderful site that promotes poets and poetry called, “We Drink Because We’re Poets” and I was the featured poet on the 12th of August. I put up a couple of poems and they flattered me a lot, which I thank them for and all their hard work in building a community for writers to share and collaborate. Abrazos grandes!

You may check them out at

and you may go directly to my article and poems at

I am pretty hard to miss with a goofy photo of me on vacation in America. Blue shades under the Star Spangled Banner. Think I’m looking quite California dreaming there.

Please enjoy their site, their poets, and hopefully my own.







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