"Is all life suffering?" Miss Ang asked as she parked in front of the brothel. The concrete monstrosity stood humble and lost in appearance, but the locals knew what transpired there, as did the truckers and businessmen that frequented the Phetkasem Highw

circumstances// squeeze the heart so hard/ that you should die but don’t.

“Kids okay?” I didn’t mean anything by it–it would have been innocent small talk any other time–but he took up the suggestion.

poked in the eye

I can trust you with my secrets, can’t I?

my loosening grip on time.

I was insufficiently abused as a child.

As the breeze slowly died, another breeze brought her back up, one breeze after another like the hands of God carrying her through the sky.

i watch my mind not wanting to touch the vanished rusty notes remain objects of consciousness heaven and hell inside us each moment birds fly through mental speech dark garden rain olive green cool breath of betrayal siempre mixed with greed awakens…

My friend and I were once walking the aisles of a supermarket because we decided we were going to have roasted duck. We didn’t know how to cook, but as the old Filipino reds used to say: If not now, when? If we don’t learn how to cook now, as in NOW, then

There aren’t requirements, only expectations. I’m writing this, because, at the time it happened it seemed strange to me. People might think I’m writing because now, it makes sense, right? It doesn’t, I’ll tell you that much. I’ll also tell you what i

Bounder squirmed out of Francesco’s hands and ran into the kitchen.

The one at dusk is not the one you met this morning. That one's gone like a head in the window.

I’d look for a fork and quickly stab a piece of it and bite into it, feeling good about the finality of things.

on cd I make john hiatt does not smash perfectly good guitar