Such is the yin and yang of Cambodia
There are two faces to Cambodia: one shiny and happy, the other dark and complex. For every illegal eviction of city dwellers or land grab by a general, there will be a new… Continue reading
There are two faces to Cambodia: one shiny and happy, the other dark and complex. For every illegal eviction of city dwellers or land grab by a general, there will be a new… Continue reading
There is a buzz from inside the bar Like a bee, stuck in jar There’s all sounds of chatter Inside of my head Cheers blend with tears Morfar is dead 3 days until… Continue reading
It’s been a hard time and when it rains it rains on me the sky just opens and when it rains it pours I walk alone assaulted it seems by tears from heaven… Continue reading
This will be the end of this chapter. You won’t tell the difference of course, but I will, since I am the writer here. There is a point, or maybe a comma, between… Continue reading
afterwards, when I am not with you and you are alone enough to count the nails in your heart, tough, and studded like a treasure-house door, when you arrange your silences in the… Continue reading
It’s 2 am. I should sleep, I start working in 4 hours. But feelings that I’ve held locked up for so long is slowly peeking out a crack in my heart. Don’t let… Continue reading