He was newly washed and freshly dressed when we met him. His clothes – clean and not ill-fitting. Which wasn’t usual by “street” standards. Smooth-faced …
Read Full StoryThe Land Below the Wind
There’s no soft, spectacular sunset over Sabah this afternoon. No wisps of crimson, or feathery touches of pink. Dusk is settling like a heavy orange …
Read Full StoryA Gathering of Fortunate Men
A TEA SHOP in THAILAND On a quiet, cool evening, just days before Myanmar’s first elections in 20 years, a rowdy group of vibrant, middle-aged …
Read Full Story“Bitun”, the Bakwit
They call them “bakwits”. Thousands of displaced, transient, residents in the Southern Philippines with no permanent place to call home. Caught in the cross-fire, bakwits …
Read Full StoryThe Sound of Pain
The sound of pain is universal. You do not need to understand the language of the words when the wailing the tone the texture of …
Read Full StorySnowflakes
“Into the clockwork universe the quantum child. Why doesn’t every mother believe her child can change the world? The child can. This is the joke. …
Read Full StorySandstorm
Where does one life end and another begin? In the whirlwind of a sandstorm… how do you see the beloved’s face? The beloved. A mirage. …
Read Full Story9-11
Two years. Two years, today. It’s nearly one in the morning, and the day gone by is already a blur. I seem to be thinking …
Read Full StoryDesert Stories
I don’t remember what day it was. All I know is it was hot. Like every other day this month has been. Hot. Very hot. …
Read Full Story(Of Spectres): In Love in London
“The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.” – Italo Calvino Temporally, six months have passed. …
Read Full Story