Soi 3

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Rama IV junction

Muted skies and eyes the lights hit red for twelve seconds. She wais, begs and peers into the taxi. A window is all that's between us, but really there's much more than that. Her

a tourist visa for the "Real World"

In a flat world sailing across flat seas where flat fish don't swim, cultural chavinism rises in the West

bless

above and below mumbled minds stumble subordinate clauses subordinate one another

ko farang

A curious piece of rice am I From a different field, from a different hand Some people push me to the edge of the plate

kareoke luv

In the apple garden of south east Asia She, a full moon cherry, sitting pretty, sings of ripe red blood & sex. But, the thing is, you can't pick Her. No, only the mosquitoes

present simple

Down my straight soi Morning by morning in yellow T-shirts the people stand to the sound of the National Anthem as the flag is raised.