i wonder if my mother once thought english looked like a mess of nonsensical lines drawn at harsh angles absent of the curves and gymnastic syntax of khmer script i wonder if english looked as much a mess to her as khmer did to me until so recently until recently learning khmer was just a … Continue reading a story read to me
Tag: Cambodia
the problem with closeness
as i share stories and laughter and newfound love with no-longer-distant relatives truths i dare not speak hang heavily over my head with so much gained there is so much to lose so much to risk so much to fear the mask is thin and yet it's there casting a shadow over the joy i … Continue reading the problem with closeness
nomad musing
the first hours of the new year were spent weaving dreams so many of my waking hours are spent that way: spinning webs for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow i've spun myself a cocoon of tomorrows, thick, warm, seductive here, miles away from the place i often hesitate to call home, surrounded by relentless dust … Continue reading nomad musing
where i am
I. this place is motherland thick with heat and green slowly turning to grey and brown just like the land i left this place is motherland but is not home what is homeland? II. i am hungry to know what it is to own and feel owned by a place attached to nothing but the … Continue reading where i am
narinda heng 