The Mao Cap (Original)
Originally set in Xi-Chang "Well we were in this restaurant in Xi-Chang, me and two French guys I'd met down South. We'd gone to Dali together, to a market on…
བཅུ་​ལྔ་. No Limits
It would be a long bus journey from Lijiang to get there and it was not clear where I would stay once I was there. The guide books did not show anything. And it was not certain why it was off limits. Perhaps it was a route, albeit circuitous to Tibet. Perhaps it was because the society who lived there was matriarchal.
The Magazine
Original of No Limits (first part only) Original set in Lijiang Steven Fowler had landed in the midst of a crowd of blue jackets and green caps. First they would…
Capital!
Original of Hong Kong, A Love Story I'm a walking down Nathan Road with a strut in my legs like I'm dancing, the crowds thick as steam off the paving.…
ဆယ့်လေး. Reporting from Rangoon Part 2
All around the walls hung heavy sequined tapestries. Scenes of death, love, of the battle; of evil and good; of the demons and the heroes of the Ramakien, all portrayed in relief. Rich gold embossed details on coarse brown fabric. A Burmese man sat at a table tuning a receiver to the World Service.
ဆယ့်သုံး. Reporting from Rangoon Part 1
Dressed in faded denims, he wandered past bottles wrapped in shining glittered paper for the connoisseurs of fine liquors. His shirt was stained and punctured with wear. Jeans stretched, they hung loosely around his buttocks and were frayed at the ankles. Sweat gathered in black shavings where the plastic straps of his thongs rubbed his toes. And he shuffled around the aisles, parted the hair away from his eyes and stared along the display for the right whisky.
Our Man in Rangoon
Original of Reporting from Rangoon The Connection: A man dressed in faded denims and a dirty shirt wanders around the shelves that have been arranged with bottles wrapped in shining…
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ยี่สิบเจ็ด. A Blossom in the House
And the blossoms swung gently descending, gently suspended and gently falling through the air until they slid to a halt on the floor, each laid open and silently breathing.
Bangkok Baby
Original of A Blossom in the House The lights flickered across the naked body of a girl and made each soft curve hidden to the eye and shrouded in a…
สิบสà¸à¸‡. Our Selfish War Part 2
A Thai soldier adjusts his steel-rimmed sunglasses. He stands legs astride, feels the tension in his thighs, holds the gun from the hip. He raises a bottle of whisky to his lips, eats glass he does and watches old American war movies. Likes to sprinkle bullets in the air when he's alone, and when he's not he fucks with boots on. She can see her face in the shine.