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• March 24-30, 2017 Poetry Page 13 NEW PORTLANDERS, from page 7 Free their four children identify more as Mozambican than American, said Cowley. As a family, they understand the challenges of adapting to different cultures. “We have been outsiders, but we have privilege because we come with money,” he said. “So, the plight of refugees is something we relate to a little bit, not from the hardship perspective, but from an acculturation perspective.” Cowley grew up a “military brat” in the suburbs of Pennsylvania and Virginia, but was introduced to traveling abroad when he went on a mission to Portugal when he was in high school. His wife, Naomi, is American but grew up in Brazil, where her parents taught literacy to an Amazonian tribe and translated the Bible into the local language. After meeting at a small Ohio college in the early 1990s, the couple married and started a family, but were both drawn to traveling the world while working with nonprofits as they raised their kids. Before moving to Portland this past year, they had spent 13 years in Malawi and Mozambique, where Cowley produced a documentary film series called “Sick in Africa.” While living abroad, Cowley said he saw first-hand “a lot of the handout mentality, and how that just destroyed people’s whole way of being.” For example, he said, donated clothing from first-world countries had undercut and destroyed local textile markets in Africa. “I think the best way of helping people isn’t through giving money, but supporting them through business or something like that,” Cowley explained, “because there’s no issues with a dominant versus a subservient.” by Henry Miller As the time slowly ticks away I watch your life so softly fade Thinking of all the days we shared And all the memories that we’ve made To lose a dear old friend like you Is going to hurt me down to the core But that s a selfish thought of my own When it’s you who will hurt no more With so very many ups and downs Yet we could always find a smile So many times talking of tomorrow Thinking surely we’d have a while But again this world will show us How our time is a precious thing To enjoy our friends through every day Never knowing what tomorrow will bring Now your soul is free to wander Doing all you ever wanted to As you gaze far down upon me You’ll know I always think of you emily@streetroots. org ■ .... ■ PEOPLE PLANET LAUGHINGPLANET.COM