Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Day 358
3:49 pm
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ticking
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a child stands outside in front of his house
and screams rage
and murder
and here,
we would wonder of
actual alarm
and there,
they shout
revolution
emancipation from tyranny,
the search for a sadist Bedouin
is on
as they see it fall, drop by drop,
spread into rivers
across their palms,
spilled by their hearts,
at their own hands
by their own blood
he who is watching the clock
and the door feels his feet sinking,
the sand is running low
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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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