A.R. Geiger

My Blog

  • Handprints

    They leave their muddy handprints on my wall, on my white, freshly painted wall. I’m sorry, Amma, they tell me, we’ll clean it for you. I laugh and tell them not to bother. We’ll frame them, I say. Frame them for the days when you’re gone and I’m left here alone. They laugh at that.…

  • Dung Beetles

    The dung beetles come out after dark, after the stars are out and the moon has fled behind the dunes. They trundle along, pushing their noxious burdens, leaving their tiny trails in the dust behind. I watch them, sifting sand through my fingers, and wish my own path were as easy to follow. They always…

  • Children of Cambodia

    Children of Cambodia

    Now a boy, a man too soon, You barely had the chance. A child grown, a boyhood lost, Games soon left behind. They’ll never know, they’ve never asked, How far your light might shine. A helping hand, a winning smile, You’ve given both to me. Now a boy, a man too soon, Your future isn’t…