Poetry by Nahshon Cook I think I may have just experienced one of the most prophetic prayers ever: men, women and ladyboy prostitutes parading down Beach Road and onto Walking Street, dancing, and singing, and carrying signs (written in both English and Thai) demanding equal access to treatment for everyone afflicted with AIDS. To which I said Amen before crossing the sour milk and piss stenched, clogged stream-like thoroughfare so that I could begin my nightly walk along the sandy seashore, where I listened to [...]