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Soul Vang: The Bamboo Grove
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To live here, one must take air, but taking air commits you to sharing it. Robert Bly. Tuesday, February 19, 2013. A desperate bird,. Fleeing rain, stumbles. Upon my little grove. Darts in with a cry. Don't ask me how. For I surely speak. Even if only temporarily-. To all of us, creatures. Big and small, fleeing. Bamboo groves be there. Need them. May we. In their thick foliage. In our journeying. Till. When we finally reach. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Visit my author website. Long Cheng, '72.
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Soul Vang: Snow Flowers
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To live here, one must take air, but taking air commits you to sharing it. Robert Bly. Thursday, August 02, 2012. For Max and the EQ. We band of stripling warriors climb. Through the redwood forest,. Skirting flower-speckled meadows,. Crossing fern-lined streams,. Of Sequoias: from seedlings,. All straight as arrows. Straining for the light. We climb and climb. The Watch Tower—. A granite pinacle overlooking. Creation’s panorama,. Rising above a two-thousand-foot ravine. Of snow and sun,. Long Cheng, '72.
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Soul Vang: METAMORPHOSIS
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To live here, one must take air, but taking air commits you to sharing it. Robert Bly. Tuesday, January 24, 2012. Printing a poem on the platen press. Facing the wooden trays,. Letter by leaden letter,. I arrange the words,. Side by side,. Into the line,. Encased in lead blocks. I build the lines,. One by one,. Into the stanza,. I place the chase. Of the platen press. Onto the plate,. Onto the rollers,. Onto the letters, the words, the lines,. The press rotates,. I take out the chase. Return the lines,.
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Soul Vang: To Live Here
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To live here, one must take air, but taking air commits you to sharing it. Robert Bly. Friday, November 11, 2011. You must take air,. And taking air commits you. With the Korean woman. Enjoying a profusion of dishes. At Jonga House;. With the African-American man. Walking protectively around her parents. Along Grand Avenue;. With the bi-racial girl. Unneeded bus transfers;. Floating gently in a line. Across Lake Merritt;. Living in dark waters under the fishing pier. Jutting from the embarcadero. Spring,...
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Here I will share with you my love for style, fashion, photography, pharmacy, things iHEART and more! Feel free to over to my new website… www.adorabloom.com. And follow my adventures there. I am Hmong Beauty (IAHB). The Now Style Book. Disco me to Oblivion! This Chick’s Got Style. Cooking from the Heart: Hmong Kitchen. A Dose of Mee. The Bride’s Cafe. The Broke Ass Bride. A pare and a spare. October 17, 2013. I could have sworn I’ve been to this website before but after reading. And checking back often!
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Soul Vang: Late August Day at Mauna Kea Beach
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To live here, one must take air, but taking air commits you to sharing it. Robert Bly. Sunday, November 06, 2011. Late August Day at Mauna Kea Beach. Perfect morning: sugary sand, sparse crowd, warm sun. Farther, come across a site of old native settlement: house foundations, stone rings for cooking. Encroaching, just yards up the slope, villas with red-tile roofs and horizontal pools- the kind that blends with sea and sky when one looks from the porch. Sugary sand, sparse crowd, warm sun. Farther, come ...
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Soul Vang: You are Hmong
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To live here, one must take air, but taking air commits you to sharing it. Robert Bly. Sunday, April 28, 2013. If I say "July 4th". And you think of St. Paul;. If I say "New Year". And you think of Fresno;. If I say "home". And you have to pause to think where it is;. If, for you, jingle bells. Has double connotations;. If, entering the house, you leave. Your shoes at the door;. If you, or your parents, don't know. Your real birthdays;. If you fear your funeral. More than you fear death;. Long Cheng, '72.
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Soul Vang: The Prophecy
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To live here, one must take air, but taking air commits you to sharing it. Robert Bly. Thursday, April 18, 2013. Our parents, out of hope. And fear, consulted a saub,. Asking: which of their sons. And daughters would grow up. To be good. The oracle told them. Only one son and one daughter. Would turn out good. So our parents picked one. Likely son and one promising. Daughter to focus on. And ignored the rest. And like any good self-fulfilling. Prophecy, it proceeded. To be fulfilled- only,. Hmong Poems i...
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Soul Vang: Hmong Americans
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To live here, one must take air, but taking air commits you to sharing it. Robert Bly. Saturday, September 29, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Visit my author website. Learning to Eat the Kumquat. A Poppy on the Mountainside. Long Cheng, '72. Late August Day at Mauna Kea Beach. Seeing My Old Teacher After Many Years. Visiting My Uncle in the Sierra Nevada Foothills. Spring, 2011: After the Passing of General Vang Pao. Writing on the Wall. A Report to TxivYawg. Walking Up and Down the Snowy Hills.
