While exploring Puglia — Heading along the Salentine Peninsula in Italy, the coastline is ancient and windswept. This is the ‘heel’ of the Italian boot, in the Apulia region of Southern Italy.

Bringing a splash of colour everywhere —

When waiting for a flight in Singapore —

Must my footsteps be close to yours Before once more you sit beside me and enjoy Some coffee, if it be morning Or champagne, when sunset colours the sky? Real coffee carrying the tastes of a Tuscan hillside, Ochre buildings and a magical soft light Bathing the hills of cypress and olives Or…

Another Poem I remember one morning Magpies waking to a day of warbling A summer sun beckoning through windows Taunting kids readying themselves for school I stood with my hand In another man’s chest Each squeeze holding him onto life A stillness in spinning chaos What else is happening in…

And her famed bridges and irises —

Dusk fell early in the Blue Mountains. I stood looking over the Jamison Valley. Last summer it was ravished by a bush fire, which in true Australian style devastated all in its path. With parts of the bush yet to regenerate, and the scars of its passage were everywhere. Now…

Paris it is not: The smell of stale beer Weaves me through a maze of pokies To the breakfast room. Buildings of monotonous grey, vomitus of the seventies, Glare at me through streaked widows. …

We sailed in just after dawn. Buildings the same colour as the hillside stretched along the coastline, one town blending into the next. Monaco is a principality of hills. These were largely barren rocks the colour of sand, with a covering of scrub. From the water I could see the…