by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
He kicked off his sandals, walked
barefoot into the kitchen.
“I want to believe you. Will you let me?”
The moon went blue, strange and grey.
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I don’t feel safe in this world.
Like their lyric poet,
I write – sharp tool, voice hollow in a creek:
“Was it a good death for the animal?”
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Strictly entre nous, both chairs collapse,
one teak and mulberry find.
Between you and me, you and I –
where’s the ochre corridor? Take us?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé has edited more than ten books and co-produced three audio books. The titles span the genres of ethnography, journalism, creative nonfiction, and poetry, several edited pro bono for non-profit organizations including Sok Sabay Cambodia, Riding for the Disabled Association, and the National Volunteer & Philanthropy Centre. Previously an entertainment and lifestyle journalist, Desmond has traveled to Australia, France, Hong Kong and Spain for his stories, culminating in the authorship of the limited edition Top Ten TCS Stars for Caldecott Publishing. Trained in book publishing at Stanford University, with a theology masters (world religions) from Harvard University and fine arts masters (creative writing) from the University of Notre Dame, he is the recipient of the Hiew Siew Nam Academic Award, and Singapore Internationale Grant, with his poetry and fiction appearing in nine chapbooks, various anthologies, and over 140 literary journals. An interdisciplinary artist, Desmond also works in clay, his ceramic works housed in museums and private collections in India, the Netherlands, the UK and the US.
Last updated May 31, 2011