She exists in the body, a visual myth Materializing out of stone A solitary figure carefully etched Into the mind’s eye, breathing Brooding, testing the air for its secrets Tasting the wind for things to come
She is to my knowledge angelic and ambiguous An uncelebrated being who moves among humans Enraptured with the heart’s futility Entranced by its vast empty rooms And high vaulted ceilings longing To be filled with impossible goods Desperate to possess incorruptible joys
This in itself is miraculous And yet strangely mundane Appearing as she does, in the moment Both unreachable and earth-bound Living at bus stops and underpasses On the edge of woodlands Or in fields of autumn stubble
She occupies unpeopled places, too Tracing the steps of the lost Searching for their souls For things abandoned along the way Scattered with the litter of wasted years And broken aspirations
She combs through pastures gone to seed Grown wild with thistles and thorns And thick with Queen Anne’s lace She scans the sky for a vision, examines The flight of geese for omens As the sun deepens to red then dims to dusk Disappearing in a haze of distant hills
When twilight flickers with the first stars At the start of a long and wind-swept night You can hear her voice in the solitudes In the chirping of crickets, the chorus of frogs Blending her song with the harmonies Of nocturnal creatures retelling our stories Of tattered dreams and lost fortunes
My wife, Noy and I are Protestant missionaries in Cambodia. We met in a border refugee camp in Thailand back in 1979 while I was a refugee relief worker. She was a refugee. I lived and worked in Mairut Refugee Camp for three years. We have three grown kids. I was drafted into the Army in 1969, served in Vietnam from 1970 to 1971 and honorably discharged at the end of my military obligation. Writing prose and poetry is how I document the life I'm living and how I map out the mental landscape inside my head.
Two little angels Feeling very bored Took their leave of heaven A journeyed to the world Climbed upon a rainbow Slid down with heart’s delight Stomped up the star- way staircase And down the yellow stripe Lingered on the indigo
Flying through the clouds of an agitating sky she was landed on the shore of despair. Unknown of the tyrannous rapter the angel became wounded by his erroneous desire. Following the winds of fallacy she got lost among the devils.
She sits there looking so cold and alone But somewhere under there, There beats a heart Beneath all the black and chrome The smooth lines that glimmer Soft but sharp in the night Are begging you to play the game
Little one, resting cozily in my care, Sleep and dream. Little one, nestled in my arms, Forget about the struggles of today. You are in my safekeeping; Nothing will ever harm you. You have been placed in my guidance, And