Day 316 – the ringing of one’s voice

Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Day 316
10:56 pm

the ringing of one’s voice

the memory of an old friend’s laugh
can make you turn a corner
on your own street and
suddenly have the whole block
look new again

walls, cars, trees, stores, cement, windows
that once looked like
walls, cars, trees, stores, cement, windows
now look like
and sound like
the wind

if sunrise
is the magnificence of one’s vision
and when wind throws the rasp of one’s voice



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. View all posts by traciakemi

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