Once again the land was alonewith me. The hills were humped and low.
A trip on a barge down Burma’s river highway
If only they wouldn’t leave us so alone.At the fair, and farther out, in the arcades,in arcadia—
Aung San Suu Kyi and democracy may have pushed Burma from an isolated nation to potential partner to the rest of the world. But a trip deep inside the rebel camps tells a different story.
Finally there’s someone I mightand have and could one day want again, or tarry—
In remote northwest Myanmar, the traditional home to the headhunting Naga tribes, skulls are harder and harder to find.
Yesterday I shared a cab with a priestwho said it was a fine day to ride cross town
If you leaned overthe peeling window ledge,one tower of Notre Dame
