Chiang Poems - Poems about Chiang

...I have a couple of ‘research for credit’ classes this semester and I’m spending a lot of time with my TAs. Teaching Assistants (grad students) are essentially approachable professors with longer offi......

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...An hour before dawn, the market people arrive then settle like nestling birds beside the Ping river. Girls squat over large straw hats, hats brimful of dried chilies or small freshwater fish.......

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...My most favorite vacation ever was in Taiwan, That was in October 2019, not in year 1991. I’d humorous experience with my four friends, On arrival day and travelling by bus and train. The momen......

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...An hour before dawn, the market people arrive then settle like resting birds beside the Ping river. Girls squat over large straw hats, hats brimful of dried chilies or small freshwater fish. ......

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...A man with no fingers waves his fingers at me. My third day of amoebic dysentery and though my yellow eye can see, they see what they choose to. The guy is not a feverish delusion, he comes t......

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...They are not from Chiang Mai, they are a tribal people who speak a hill language. They ride through the night on bicycles to settle at dawn beside the Ping River. Girls' unroll rattan mats s......

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...When I look at the charred plasma of a bare knuckled wind I forget yellow I forget the smeared tone of skunk cabbage rising through fog and mulch or how in Chiang Mai the river at sunset ......

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...I Head of the Rescue Operation gave it to the World Quietly, a universal Operation for children Who may play in the World Cup someday A coach barely 25, who helped 12 survive Yes, the Ch......

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...Once, About ten minutes ago in the year 2006 or 2549, depending upon which avatar or Messiah is consulted, I Tumbled out of my bed to the Untranslatable Predawn Cackle of Frantic voices De......

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...I wish I had time for poetry and plays My mind allowed As I watched the same aged, bespectacled monk For about the fifteenth time this month Patter his bare feet Upon the pavement Of the dust......

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