‘Children are playing soldier. / Fetuses ripped from wombs dangle / in nearby trees. Yet he opened his mouth / and a flood of love melodies poured out.’
Three generations of Cambodian women in my family wrestle with the inherited trauma of the Khmer Rouge
I will float down the stream / until it ends. / Until it ends, the mines avoid me.
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In a country where every other street corner, rice field, or pagoda is potentially the former site of a mass crime, how Cambodia has imagined collective reparations after the Khmer Rouge