What the Hand Knew
A small poem of bodily recognition, where love arrives before thought can name it. In a blue room, beside the ordinary beloved, the hand remembers what the mind has not yet reached: the warm fact of home, held for a moment in touch, breath, and changing light.
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On The Lantern Chronicles, I gather writings from Angkor, myth and legend, contemplative essays, and poetry — works shaped by silence, beauty, wonder, memory, and the deeper questions that follow us through the world.
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