Category Archives: indochine days

Scenes from a travel noir.

koh mak: day one

Koh Mak, Thailand I don’t know how this trip will end. It’s day one and there’s nine more to go. And it had a rough start. The road to Laem Ngop pier from Bangkok was long and hard. Not because the roads

koh mak: day one

Koh Mak, Thailand I don’t know how this trip will end. It’s day one and there’s nine more to go. And it had a rough start. The road to Laem Ngop pier from Bangkok was long and hard. Not because the roads

nothing broken here

fixed what was broken, no super glue in the drawer so i skipped that. how long will this hold? the sunset robed monk i chased through the dusty streets of Siem Reap laughed his yellow teeth at me and said

nothing broken here

fixed what was broken, no super glue in the drawer so i skipped that. how long will this hold? the sunset robed monk i chased through the dusty streets of Siem Reap laughed his yellow teeth at me and said

indigestion

Bangkok, Thailand I own a skull ring. I wear it everyday. Have I told you that? One day I think I’ll buy myself a Vespa. It would be cool to ride it wearing my favorite green leather jacket but it’s bloody

indigestion

Bangkok, Thailand I own a skull ring. I wear it everyday. Have I told you that? One day I think I’ll buy myself a Vespa. It would be cool to ride it wearing my favorite green leather jacket but it’s bloody

on the ground in saigon:

Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam motorbikes hundreds of them roar down the roads little radios strapped onto pushbikes belching cars tourist buses, people shout blinking lights, glaring ads food carts selling beef bánh mì, best in town hawkers handing you hats

on the ground in saigon:

Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam motorbikes hundreds of them roar down the roads little radios strapped onto pushbikes belching cars tourist buses, people shout blinking lights, glaring ads food carts selling beef bánh mì, best in town hawkers handing you hats

Bukowski said, so i did

Phnom Penh, Cambodia At the tail-end of six months traveling around IndoChina I was bone-spent. The wheels of my carry-on suitcase left skid marks on my soul that had leaked out my pores and got dragged along the pavement. A wise

Bukowski said, so i did

Phnom Penh, Cambodia At the tail-end of six months traveling around IndoChina I was bone-spent. The wheels of my carry-on suitcase left skid marks on my soul that had leaked out my pores and got dragged along the pavement. A wise

mean streets

i am a trap like a spider’s web rat glue strips a gold digger. i am brutal like a big supermarket chain a nun garden shears. i am a killer like bus drivers in Manila dangling electric wires in Bangkok

mean streets

i am a trap like a spider’s web rat glue strips a gold digger. i am brutal like a big supermarket chain a nun garden shears. i am a killer like bus drivers in Manila dangling electric wires in Bangkok

street graffiti

deep in her bones in her liver in her pancreas in the innermost lining of her fallopian tubes she knows. there is no lying to her that it doesn’t just end. she knows: there is no light at the end

street graffiti

deep in her bones in her liver in her pancreas in the innermost lining of her fallopian tubes she knows. there is no lying to her that it doesn’t just end. she knows: there is no light at the end

a monk won’t tell you to fuck off

Siem Reap, Cambodia I stumbled upon two monks taking refuge in a smaller, less bombastic temple beside Angkor Wat. They were leaning against the pillars, looking out at the crowd, not immediately aware of my presence. I felt bad intruding,

a monk won’t tell you to fuck off

Siem Reap, Cambodia I stumbled upon two monks taking refuge in a smaller, less bombastic temple beside Angkor Wat. They were leaning against the pillars, looking out at the crowd, not immediately aware of my presence. I felt bad intruding,

the beauty of a new place is that you see everything

an old man with opticals like tiny flying saucers sits on a bridge his prosthetic legs upright beside him, a faded yellow like sunflowers the old woman sitting next to him hawks. a young lady rests her forehead on a

the beauty of a new place is that you see everything

an old man with opticals like tiny flying saucers sits on a bridge his prosthetic legs upright beside him, a faded yellow like sunflowers the old woman sitting next to him hawks. a young lady rests her forehead on a