Doug Clark has traveled to over thirty countries. Some of his favorite memories include playing chess with monks in Burma, hitchhiking the length of New Zealand, and crewing a traditional fishing boat in Indonesia for a week. Currently, he is a Fulbright Fellow in Banda Aceh, Indonesia, where he teaches English at a public high school and is completing a collection of short stories. His work has appeared at Glimpse and in Wend Magazine.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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