These three poems trace an arc of connection between Vietnam and Greece moving from distant, almost mythical exchange in "Silk". History dances through trade and imagination, to the deeply human story in "The Man Who Chose a Homeland", identity, love, and belonging transcend origin. The final poem, "We Rise in Meeting" turns gently toward the present, affirming a living connection formed by openness, trust, and shared becoming. Together, they reflect a journey from indirect encounter to chosen kinship, and finally, to a hopeful, conscious meeting of worlds. Silk no ship bore a Greek name into the mouths of Mekong tides and then silk arrived as soft as rumour Funan glittered in foreign memory gems lifted like fragments of sunrise into distant hands they never touched not truly only through roads and oceans, through spices and bird’s nests through wood painted with soft rain a city is called Cattigara half-myth, half-map drawn in ink by tho...
Attention Readers! In contrast to conventional poetry this poem contains no preservatives In the fridge you can keep it up to three days in the ice compartment up to one week and in the deep freezer for up to a year But it’s best to read it right away Then you already have one worry off your mind How it Goes Poems are doing considerably better and worse these days. They are clearly read by more or fewer people. Most passers-by don’t care about poems; teachers, editors and booksellers care even less. Publishers don’t care at all. Those who write poetry are allowed, but not obliged, although this is strongly recommended, to call themselves poets without being laughed at, as was common in the past, and are showered with prizes of all kinds, unless they are not. The young are old, the old are young, the dead are the most alive. Everything rhymes with Berlin. What doesn't rhyme with Berlin doesn't rhyme. Quite a bit rhymes that doesn't rhyme. ...