He’d be eating the last of his American chop suey in the shelter dining room as I started to eat mine. As live-in staff, he got a bed in a room and a small salary and I got a larger one as occasional three-to-eleven fill-in staff in the Women’s Unit. Sometimes he’d look up, those […]
Think of your great-grandmother in woven silk, countless threads through her hands weaving lines intersecting her face and palms, her children who compose your motherland fabric. Songsters of Cambodia’s golden age— Ros SreySothea, Sin Sisamouth, Penn Ran— blare from past decades in static singing across time through a rusty accordion. We have numerous words for […]
solstice moon rising early, joining me to wait for the short night, long sun. Last night I prayed for love, for what there is to be won in the soaking, the drenching, the washing away. Last night I prayed to be empty, to be full. The moon fell behind clouds, behind my wanting, but not […]
Is the birth cave. She slides out head first, in handcuffs This is the evidence: they ride Or they dance just shy of the thrust of truncheons Between one photograph and the one beside it The right arm of the state rises over them They roll forward in order to return Take a moment for […]
All day I let the house be filled with voices on the news. This morning, my body forgives me for this extra layer of violence. This morning, I leave the house with a book of half-read poems, hold it beside me, my worry stone. Photo credit: Jim Korpi. .