I do not know,
only that the panther
stalking me from the mountains
is here in all his darkness.

My path jagged with rocks
is fire under my feet.

There is no shelter,
only vines for my throat,
branches for my face,
thorns for my skin.

I do not know how I arrived,
only that I trusted too much
the weight of gold,
safety of numbers,
advice of strangers.

Whose woods these are
I do not know,
only that the panther
stalking me from the mountains
is here in all

Asia-Pacific Writers supports S.E.A.Write Festival 2012

Asia-Pacific Writers (AP Writers) will hold its inaugural gathering in Bangkok, Thailand, 5-9 November 2012, to dovetail with this year’s Southeast Asian Writers’ (S.E.A.Write) Festival and Gala Awards.

AP Writers (http://www.apwriters.com) is working with the S.E.A.Write Organising Committee to bring together the 2012 S.E.A. Write award winners with translators, festival directors from around the world, publishing