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thursdays: A Town Called Whisper / Poem for T.
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Monday, September 9, 2013. A Town Called Whisper / Poem for T. There’s a town called Whisper,. Always a whisper’s length away;. Exists in that warm energy, those fleeting breaths. Before our world gushes back,. Always leaves you in wisps, purged and dark. Still, alone now, Whisper calls:. There’s room for you just down,. Just down the river some. Mads Them Nielsen Lee.
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thursdays: Too many locks for one door
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Thursday, June 19, 2014. Too many locks for one door. Thursday, June 19, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mads Them Nielsen Lee. Search for Poems by Poet. Too many locks for one door. 3,780 Is Priceless.
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thursdays
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Sunday, July 27, 2014. We hold hands and I can’t help but to say. 8220;Is it weird that this feels normal? We laugh and smile, between my broken R’s and her refurbished metallic shining grin we thought we were invincible. Her locket she called her heart was almost as tight as our fingers were. Sunny days were replaced with cold nights. I just wish I was a part of it.
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thursdays: Dear Oma (Attempt #3)
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Friday, March 29, 2013. Dear Oma (Attempt #3). I finished I Wish For You A Beautiful Life. This week, coinciding with a goal to compile a chapbook of adoption-themed poems and find my mother in the next year or two. After I return to the homeland, there will likely be a follow up to this that has a radically different tone. Dear Oma (Attempt #3). Oma, forgive me;.
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thursdays: The Adoptee Statistic
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Thursday, April 11, 2013. Context: the suicide rate among Korean Adoptees is something staggering like 5 times above average. Here is one guess why:. The Adoptee Statistic (4/5/13, edited 4/11/13). At night, when the stars come out, I like to pretend each one is an ancestor. I don’t know if that has any relevance in my History, my heritage;. And she’s right. And the ...
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thursdays: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Friday, April 12, 2013. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD. My legs and their legs were. Mazes to a hard bass. On the dance floor. Chris dared three of us to kiss him at once. They learned anyone’s language. I watched John eat a hot dog. And it was disgusting. Mustard on his chin. Words and relish falling out of his mouth. Later he took my shirt off. I wore my skin.
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thursdays: I Am a Rented Room
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Thursday, April 25, 2013. I Am a Rented Room. NaPoWriMo 25/30: "I Am a Rented Room" (second draft/near immediate revision). Carefully cleaned, walls painted over. Every forlorn look covered in fresh, white paint,. Every exclamation aired out through opened windows. The steadfast dresser remains. But its drawers are lined with new paper;. Thursday, April 25, 2013.
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thursdays: Warriors Part 1
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Thursday, April 18, 2013. NaPoWriMo 4/17 "Warriors Part 1". We believed we were warriors. Until the day we fought the Ocean. At first, we thought we beat it but. Brief retreat is only its nature;. It surged back, nearly drowned us. Soggy, exhausted,. Salt stinging our eyes,. We wept salt water. Amid ruined battlements made of sand. Thursday, April 18, 2013.
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thursdays: [title redacted]
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Thursday, May 1, 2014. Once a year, No Last Name Given thinks about setting an extra place at her small table;. Even in the echoing closeness of her studio off Park, the extra place setting she never follows through on,. Never followed through on,. Rings alternate histories and any future away from that studio off Park. Really this day is no different than yesterday.
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thursdays: Really Rough Draft #573
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An ibyang intercontinental poem-a-week project. Contributors * more photos to appear soon. Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill. Thursday, April 24, 2014. Really Rough Draft #573. And it’s not like we ever met, even in passing,. Maybe you’d have annoyed the shit out of me. Maybe you were rude to servers,. Maybe you only saw the world revolving only around you,. Didn’t even view yourself as Asian, really,. But, you,. You were my sister,. With stories intertwined that spoke to one another,.
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