It's pretty hard tp say anything coherent about 2025. We have been through so much change on a personal level that I don't really h...

  January felt like the end of the world. Every day was bad news. February was the song of koels the green scent of canals temple incense bu...

  We had a good laugh over my flip-flops the ones with bottle-openers in the soles that I offered you - new and unworn - because the AirBnB’...

  Zugunruhe: a feeling of restlessness or unease preceding migratiom   So many of our friends are saying They too want to leave the country ...

  for treating you like a halfway house. A necessary stage between emigration and immigration, a temporary hatstand. I apologize for short-s...

  Vietnam Museum of Literature, Hanoi A thousand years pass in the blink of an eye. Nhân Tông, Buddha King, poet king your people still reme...

after the lights change schools of motorbikes slither through reefs of traffic     Books Available Dervish Lions The Day of My First Drivi...

  Last week, at 4 AM the whole neighborhood started awake. Lightning stalked Doi Suthep's flanks so bright, it was like a meteor. Thunde...

  one flash of lightning Doi Suthep shrugs his shoulders thunder falls like rain   Books Available Dervish Lions The Day of My First Drivi...

  Tea is a chestnut horse with a steam-grey mane. It’s a mountainside rippling bright green in the breeze, folded into a blue box with eleph...

 a nacreous cloud an eye of iridescence with long dark lashes                                             Books Available Dervish Lions Th...

I’ve replaced my morning coffee with a cup of oolong tea. Plain oolong. Oolong with lemon. Go-getter coffee that I drank for work replaced w...

  I praise the Mae Ping because she has swallowed thunder. Because she carries the breath of mountains as far as the sea. Because kingfisher...

  In the street, puddles grow and merge like the Red Sea preparing to swallow Pharoah. Motorcyclists zip by in candy-colored slickers. Who i...

  a thousand-hooved herd trampling over the rooftops monsoon rains approach   Books Available Dervish Lions The Day of My First Driving Le...

Broken clouds and shattered thunder fill the sky. A stormy night. Sheets of rain are torn asunder by the wind that raids and plunders, scatt...

Altogether brighter, not the somber green of conifers. Broad leaves, fig and frangipani, Indian almond, pinnate, monkey-pod and Madagascar f...

  The sky is grey and hides the sun, there is no wind, the air is still. The promised rain has not yet come. In blazing summer, we would shu...

  The moose is still there, fifty-plus years later, raising its antlered head before a backdrop of painted water and taiga pines. Behind gla...

  I’ve done a lot, and left undone the rest, I lost some races, but I won the rest. The day-sky fades to twilight castle-clouds, Even the ti...

  Hush, little baby, don't say a word Papa's asylum case will not be heard. And if asylum won't be given Papa’s gonna go to dete...