Monday, August 22, 2011
Day 356
4:49 pm; 11:52 pm
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communion
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intimate
body abode
my parents raised me to believe i was free to choose my own
communal staples,
rubber-banded hearts
they said they were raised Buddhist, but that religion was up to me
common hearts,
unit of kites
they didn’t really mean it, not when i went to Chieko’s Christian church
abolish religion,
commute sentences
we were suddenly fighting all the time about crusades and history
communists
unite
it was kind of fun, taunting them with the trendy acrylic cross i earned
craving unity
word wishes
it was less fun, when there was to be no talk of the Crusades at the church
comatose congregation
holy bible beating
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tkk
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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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