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Khế Iêm   GIANTS   she could not wake me as I dreamt of tall poets their shoulders out of reach

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Khế Iêm THE BALLAD OF JESUS ORTIZ   Jake’s family were vaqueros. They worked the cattle drives Down from Montana to market. They did what it took to survive.

Khế Iêm THE PRESENT   The present that you gave me months ago is still unopened by our bed, sealed in its rich blue paper and bright bow. I’ve even left the card unread and kept the ribbon knotted tight. … Continue reading →

Khế Iêm   THE APPLE ORCHARD   You won’t remember it – the apple orchard We wandered through one April afternoon, Climbing the hill behind the empty farm.

Khế Iêm “The Ballad of Jesus Ortiz” describes the life and death of my great-grandfather. Every name, place, and significant event in the poem is true. he ballad has traditionally been the form to document the stories of the poor, … Continue reading →