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Thai Beach Resort Pool Deck Flashback
I was sitting in a lounge chair of a cheesy beach resort, sipping a fruity drink with a twisty straw and a flower AND a friggin umbrella, resting my sun-scorched skin and listening to my ipod and gene… more →
Lonely Girl Travels
Thai Beach Resort Pool Deck Flashback
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wrote 8 months ago: I was sitting in a lounge chair of a cheesy beach resort, sipping a fruity drink with a twisty straw … more →
It's Too Easy (Cheating in Hanoi)
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wrote 11 months ago: At the altar, old ash curled like fingernails. A funeral pours into the street. Bouquets of lychee, … more →
Naked Like That (Kep Bungalow)
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wrote 1 year ago: Tonight I miss America at night. Tonight I miss tambourines and harmonicas. I miss the low whistle o … more →
A Poem Walked Past My Balcony Last Night
wrote 1 year ago: Teenagers walk down the median, streetlamp light laughing. Boy pauses reaches to a branch. He pulls … more →
Pillow Talk, Tirana (Well, Don't Make Me Beg)
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wrote 1 year ago: Tirana, I want to lay my head on your naked chest, one ear to the heartbeat, hear the ragged breath, … more →
Train
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wrote 1 year ago: Struck me as though we were all just trying to hold it together— our whole lives accumulated i … more →
My Memory Lane Is Littered With Poems
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wrote 1 year ago: So I’ve started up on the going-through-boxes bit of moving: digging up, spreading out, wrench … more →
Hello Oakland
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wrote 2 years ago: Hello taco trucks and Priuses, Hello hyphy dreads and flannel shirts. Hello berry season. Hello farm … more →
Goodbye Southeast Asia
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wrote 2 years ago: Goodbye motorbikes droning and motorbikes honking. Goodbye face masks and flesh-colored socks, Goodb … more →
Born Into This: Inheriting War in SE Asia
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wrote 2 years ago: It was really not the time to be thinking of Charles Bukowski. I stood staring at a display of UXO c … more →
Fragmentary Thoughts at the Killing Fields
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wrote 2 years ago: Late afternoon sun through the trees, dusty lot and birds singing, the stillness of a temple. I slid … more →
Backporch
wrote 2 years ago: The end of a Sunday, pink on the edges, the moon a white wound. Birds laughing in some other languag … more →
The Blues
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wrote 2 years ago: Sometimes a harmonica sounds like a train, a far-off train as it passes some lonesome landscape … more →
Transit Fragments: Views from the Window
wrote 2 years ago: I. Bar to Ulcinj Gypsy children at the intersection bang on the windows of stopped cars, pleading / … more →
Kotor Fragments
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wrote 2 years ago: View from the bus Little town tumbling—orange roofs and white walls, a piercing spire poking t … more →
Southbound
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wrote 2 years ago: Fog so heavy it wept the dust from my windshield / what I’d carried with me, wore on me, up an … more →
Leaving Town, in Your Sleep
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wrote 3 years ago: It’s nearing the end of National Poetry Month, so I thought—why not torture everyone wit … more →
It Itches!: Feeling the Burn of Wanderlust
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wrote 3 years ago: Itchy itchy... “I’ve been home for nearly 4 months. My feet are so itchy, it feels like … more →
Che Marti-ni: The Cuban Cocktail of National Heroes
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wrote 3 years ago: Oh, the sweet taste of revolution. And martyr worship. There’s no escaping Cuba’s two bi … more →
