Tag Archives: Amy Speace

Tourism

The ferry to Ko Chang was worth the cost of that night in a hostel on the edge of Trat, one dial-up computer to let him know how I got out of Battambang in the back of a pickup truck, … Continue reading

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Hoboken

            where New Jersey slides into the Hudson.                         Where you breathed bodies of dust for weeks.                                     Where that Tuesday morning broke             you and your vows that were only asides                         to a longing for something concrete.                                     Where the buildings burned for months. … Continue reading

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