All dead

I wrote this new poem for/from Tommy Pico and Christine Blasey Ford

You wrote give

but I read grieve

I grieve

myself

to every man

I meet—all

man eyes on

all streets, all suck

and slurp

and grieve

means cause

to hurt—you

grieve me

eyes of

male

eye world—

from heavy, how

your eye

down weighs

toward grave—she

grave speaks from

a dead place, burned

before the global

male eyeball on

fire for speaking

female for all

mouths held

closed by hands, the bone

and flesh on lips or just

the smother

hand invisible

from birth—she

said I feared

he’d kill me

by mistake—but she

all shes, all she

-hes, we

were born

all dead

on this

male earth

Suspended Moment in Los Alamos

I’m honored to have the chance to perform this Sunday in my hometown!

SUSPENDED MOMENT SUNDAY, JULY 16, 2017 4-5:30 P.M. HISTORIC FULLER LODGE, Los Alamos, NM

Join us on the anniversary of the world’s first atomic test to experience Suspended Moment, a sculpture installation and Butoh dance and poetry performance by Los Alamos native Allison Cobb and Hiroshima native Yukiyo Kawano, with Butoh choreography/dance by Meshi Chavez, soundscape by Lisa DeGrace, and video projections by Stephen A. Miller.

At the center of the performance is a life-sized sculpture of the bomb dropped on Nagasaki in 1945, created by the artist Yukiyo Kawano. Yuki was born and raised in Hiroshima, a third-generation atomic bomb survivor. She creates her sculptures from WWII-era kimonos that belonged to her grandmother, and sews them together with her hair, melding the DNA of generations of atomic bomb survivors.

Co-sponsored by Los Alamos History Museum, Los Alamos/Japan Project, and Los Alamos County Library System. Funded in part by a grant from the New Mexico Intervention Fund of the National Trust for Historic Preservation.

 

Spark for Arvo Part

I wrote a poem responding to the beautiful song “Summa” by the Estonian composer Arvo Part, and my pal Andrea Murray interviewed me about it for National Poetry Month on Portland’s All Classical.

Here’s the poem:

Spark

for Arvo Pärt

Ache.

Ache or

lift up

If. If

of touch

uprushed.

Of ice

light broke.

As ache

one spark

upleapt.

And kept

it, love,

I kept

that leap

as shape

in shining dark.

WE ESCAPE FEAR

Photos by  Stephen A. Miller of our performance Tuesday at Littman White Gallery in Portland. Art by Hiroshima-native Yukiyo Kawano and poetry by me, a native of Los Alamos, where the atomic bombs were made. Our aim is to bring to life the human impact of nuclear weapons so they will never be used again. Please learn more and support our project at https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/suspended-moment-community-education#/

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meshi