Cleave poetry is who I am. A dichotomy. I am a Vietnamese boat person, a refugee in England. I am a doctor yet I see death everyday. I am a poet and an artist. I believe there is truth beyond what can be scientifically proven. Cleave poetry is a concept, a poetic form, a doorway - a paradigm shift in poetics opening up an unexplored land.
Rendezvous under a Saigon sunset.
I meet my husband under a nameless bridge in this brainwashed city. All identity is buried under the red of the sun.
Our memories return, hesitant and pregnant with guilt twitching under our skin like the tap tap of phantom sticks playing marching tunes. My skin is embossed with napalm scars, indelible maps, like our wounded land - healed but still wet underneath. Do you remember, the orange of the fires that burnt the ground, the naked trees that joined our h...