You Cannot Count Smoke Harvill Secker I knew we were both

I knew we were both in mortal danger

and terms in Chinese thought

an uptight hotel clerk and one very bemused narrator caught in the web of advanced capitalist mayhem

The Great Wall of China

and lack of direction

You Cannot Count Smoke Harvill Secker I knew we were bothThese 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