A Typical Day in Taipei

A leaf dances in the wind, a tree waves to the sky.
A child takes her first steps beside a blood bank.
The reflection of a bird flies by on the screen of your phone…. cont

On the Verge

Do you ever feel like you’re on the verge
of something new… cont

The Flutter-by Dance

Fluttering by. A seemingly chaotic dance of dips and dives, of colours and their shades, without a beginning and an end, without a known purpose, to the endless song of silence. Not questioning the butterfly, not asking why or when or how or what; being with the butterfly we can lose ourselves in that silent

Dragon Fruit Surprise

Eating a dragon fruit,
with its pink scaly skin and its deep purple flesh,
not checking my phone, nor reading an article,
nor talking to another soul about this and that,

So, having caught the rat…

My wife had been up, potting her plants, for a good 30 minutes, when she barged into the bedroom.

“We’ve caught one!” she yelled, and then vanished from the room.

She meant a rat.

When the Tree Meets (A Poem)

When the tree meets the wind,
they dance an ancient dance,
choreographed by the mountains…

Do You Remember? (A Poem)

Do you remember to go easy on yourself?

Flag (Haiku)

The flag in the wind
never ceases to amaze
those that really see.

Quote – Marcus Aurelius

Vanity is the greatest seducer of reason…

A Mother’s Last Words

A Friend’s Mother’s Last Words: My good friend, Laura Skilbeck, kept a note of what her mother said during her final moments. Like many people who have read it, I felt the need to share it.