Thursday, August 4, 2011
Day 338
10:32 pm
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eye of the storm
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my brother had this way of
whipping everyone around him
into a frenzied blaze of glory
he was the one yielding knives
of snot and tears that blasted
out ear drums of nosy neighbors
but as soon as the cops would
show up, he was the monk and
we looked like the crazy ones
after just a few times of this, I
knew he was the one who’d grow
up to be a successful actor,
with ma’s silence growing weeds,
I becoming the real reporter, the
neighbors, mannequin retirees
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tkk
(title from n)
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About traciakemi
traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11.
Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series.
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