You Cannot Count Smoke Harvill Secker a miner in the interior

a miner in the interior of Mars

attempting not to order tripe and eyeballs in a German restaurant

The Great Wall of China

before he was spotted by Dutch scouts who brought him to Europe

You Cannot Count Smoke Harvill Secker a miner in the interiorThese little poems are my orphaned children, with no book or anthology to call their home (until now) due to their mysterious, even surrealist, qualities that have begun to occupy my writing in a gradual but certain way. The ambivalences of love, depression, mortality you will find all of these themes here, all grounded in a perspective that remains, I hope, fiercely introspective and personal. ~ Cyril Wong