Written By

Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey





“How long have you been here?”






Days appear then disappear

Like the smoke rings

Drifting out from my lips


Hutongs and fireworks

Learning to write with a brush

Incense and temples

Watching rain glide off tiled eaves

Funerals and care homes

My first whisky at twelve


“Forever, perhaps…”


Her laughter is as cold

As her fingers are pale


Who she is

Or what she’s doing here

I have no idea


That black dress

And those high heels

Are far too expensive

For a cheap bar like this


“No, I meant this country.”

“Yes, I know… A while.”

“I guessed. You speak very well.”

“Oh, no, no, no…”


My words are ghost charm


As fake as her laughter

And her red fingernails

As drained as our shadows

On the bar’s wooden floor


‘Can I get you another?’




I have always been here



Text  © J H Martin




J H’s Previous Contributions To Edge Of Humanity Magazine

Holding On To Humanity


Fleeting Company

Hollow Voyage

“Si, hasta la primavera”

A Breeze Of Sorrow Passing Over Emptiness

“…you know you can’t sleep there” | Passages Of A Homeless Person’s Life

A Story Of Grief

Life On The Irrawaddy’s Muddy Waters

Life On Waste Land

No Way To Die

Artist Exposé | Urban

Taking Different Paths

Reddish Days In Asia

A Quiet Exit




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