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 Khế Iêm

Khế Iêm I MARRIED A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN   I married a beautiful woman, and at night the stars fight the ambient light, in order to peer at her.

Khế Iêm TWELVE   I was twelve when I murdered for silence. The senile hero from number nine trained me to shoot straight.

Khế Iêm

Khế Iêm   HOOKERS ON ARCHER AVENUE   Late evening, early morning, I search the night for whores, young and bloody with desires. The night streets are silent streets except for the hookers and the Johns. One wants the pushing … Continue reading →

Khế Iêm I KNOW FROM MY BED   Sometimes I feel like a sad sack – a worn out old man with clown facial wrinkles. I know when I reflect, stare out my window at the snow falling from my … Continue reading →