Running Away |
We got woke up early one morning in Virginia. My mother told me "Grab your skateboard we're leaving." I didn't know what was happening. A friend, Grant was there, just out jail and as confused as me....
Posted by on Sun, 07 Feb 2010 08:10:00 GMT |
Travail END |
Celebrating people are wearing their pink shirts in packed streets. Jake is
on the street in blue or green (my memory fails me on that detail) with a
camera strap around his neck. We take turns blin...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jan 2010 01:41:00 GMT |
Travail chapter 11 |
We roar in to the sky and whimper back to earth. Bangkok shines like eastern
dreams. In the night she wears collared shirts with nightmare ties. Dirt
reaches its brown hands toward the cities throat...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jan 2010 01:37:00 GMT |
Travail chapter 10 |
Shuttered windows and foreboding alleys welcome me with open arms. A flat
rate taxi pulls in to the crumbling walls of the old city. No reservations
await me, no clue where to stay, just a street na...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jan 2010 01:36:00 GMT |
Travail chapter 9 |
The ride to the airport is almost a fiasco in a green and yellow cab. It was
all wrong from the start. He stopped to refuel before hitting the highway.
Not professional, but acceptable. In this case...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jan 2010 01:34:00 GMT |
Travail chapter 8 |
The birds get forced from the nest. Maybe its time to soar? Maybe its time
to fall? I give Jake the push today. I can hear the doorframe creak as he
holds on with white knuckles. Alone is scary pl...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jan 2010 07:26:00 GMT |
Travail chapter 7 |
Another red light bar, Im led by pretty face with a strong grip on my arm.
This woman wont accept Not tonight baby for an answer. A push convinces
Jake and me to follow them inside. On the way t...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jan 2010 13:33:00 GMT |
Travail chapter 6 |
A face too beautiful, lit in red stops my footsteps. A name I can't remember. Idle chat while the formalities take place. The music in the bar is loud. Yelling voices complete business that should be ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jan 2010 22:37:00 GMT |
Travail chapter 4 (real) |
An old man lurks the train station. Skulking from passenger to passenger. Bothering sleeping people under the blue lights. I cant sleep and the laws boys in tight uniforms have already told me the st...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jan 2010 08:18:00 GMT |
Travail chapter 5 |
One forty five in the morning. It would be safer to be in bed. Much safer to be any where but here right now. Exotic fruit waits for purchase in the flashing neon morning. Pretty faces stop for us lik...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jan 2010 08:18:00 GMT |
