sometimes we find a common language and then the dialect changes and all that's left is poetry still tingling faintly with all the magic we could not hold onto words once dripping with honey ring empty i am here one ear to the ground unsure as always wondering at how worlds merge and disperse how … Continue reading oil and water
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a story read to me
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
perfect English
(what i wish i had said to the man i met while climbing at Malibu Creek) i once thought that speaking flawless English would protect me that if i could enunciate perfectly, read aloud quickly and smoothly, i'd be able to escape walking through this nation as foreigner i quickly realized that my face precedes … Continue reading perfect English
narinda heng 