frogs are lucky

Frogs are lucky, I read the other day.
They eat what bugs them.
Photo: At a friend's swimming pool, Sai Kung

listen, live

We are meant to live.
Photo: A window in New Orleans

ice writing

I used to live near a pond, and in the wintertime, would skate there in the late afternoons. I miss the sound of ice and blade.
Photo: Graffiti, Causeway Bay, Hong Kong

mica

Mica is one of the things I love most,
and to me, this lichen on a stump
looks like a pile of the silvery sheets.
I saw it last month and I will see it again tomorrow.
Photo: Stump, Pokfulam, Hong Kong

stranger, if

'Stranger, if you're passing me
and desire to speak to me,
why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak with you?'
Actually, I wanna fill the train station with song.
Text: Walt Whitman
Photo: Tin Hau MTR Station, Hong Kong

i wish you your wishes

Today is the first day back at the office after the lunar new year holiday, and there are many laisee. I like to say, 'I wish you your wishes' as I receive the little red envelopes.
Photo: Champagne at d' and p's home, Saikung

exquisite corpse

The other night, late in the night: exquisite corpse.
We created several together.
Take sheets of paper, each person writing a short bit, then pass it around, clockwise or counter, each person adding, but seeing only the preceding line, the earlier words folded from view. Stop when you feel like stopping, or when an end has seem to come. Read the poems from top to bottom, and especially in reverse.  
"The exquisite corpse will drink the new wine," say the Surrealists.
Photo: In a friend's garden, Hong Kong

wanna play?

Here are three toys. Enjoy.
Photo: By a household shop, Hong Kong

five a day

It's a new year, how will we fill it? 
Yesterday, I read that it's good to eat five colors of fruit and vegetables a day, and a few days before that it's wise to give five compliments a day, and I know some people who pray five times a day.
Any way, all ways, please choose health.
Photo: Handmade, Lantau Island

dragontail

It's the eve of the new year, lunar.
The red tail of the dragon, peeping.
Photo: A friend's driveway, Hong Kong

joy?

To me, art is not really to enjoy, but to feel, think,
consider, reconsider.
Sometimes the engagement is joy, brings joy, yes,
but more than that.
Photo: On a wall near Para/Site, a gallery in Hong Kong

drink long opinions

With Lunar New Year, there's a lot of pink and red.
Huge peach blossom trees in foyers. Pussywillow dyed pink. Red poem-greetings on either side of doorways. And a lot of eating. Together.
I think of a poem I once wrote on pink and purple: 'drink long opinions full of violets'.
Photo: At a dimsum meal, Hong Kong

altogether

Today, a meal altogether.
Photo: Before a meal, Hong Kong

rosy, cosy

Rosy is how I feel today, and cosy.
Loved, loving, and a big pot of soup,
maybe the same size as those potted flowers.
Photo: The view from the King Yin Lei mansion, Hong Kong