Category Archives: Magic

Loneliness On The Day Of Love

The snow fell in silence. The clots of flakes feathered sidewalks floes. Snow shovels scrapped on the concrete. I threw out no salt. Drifts collected by the bottom of brownstones. No one came to shovel it away. That was an old man’s job. Mine. Snow loves the cold. I have good gear against winter. I […]

POLE DANCING TO THE END by Peter Nolan Smith

Back in the day Pattayawasis a paradise for middle-aged western men with money. Food, accommodation, cheap beer and beautiful girls calling old men sexy. None of these seductive women were blind, yet the men forget about the truth of the mirrored reflection, for as Frederick Engels the co-writer of THE COMMUNIST MANIFESTO said, “Money is […]

Drinking With Golem

Facing the New Year. I may be moving to Paris to pursue my poetry career, Unless I get a teaching job in Nunavut An Arctic Capitol. My belief in no commercial sell-out and bad grammar and worst typing skill Has achieved defectum sin laude Or failure without praise Leading to exile from a room without […]

Friday the 13th Umphang

Several years ago my ex-wife, daughter, and I set out from Chai-nat for Umphang, which is one of Thailand’s most remote regions. I had calculated seven hours for the 500 kilometer trip. It took almost eleven hours of white-knuckle driving through the jungled mountains. The road in Umphang had been known as Death Highway back […]

Never Can Say Good-Bye

Sam Royalle and I mourned the closing of Don Muang Airport. The International Terminal was the scene of so many hellos and good-byes. The new Bangkok Airport doesn’t offer a third of the venues for tearful departures and joyous arrivals. Myth has it that many girls timed one boyfriend’s farewell to coincide with another’s hello. […]