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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We felt this in our bodies

This is a photo of Yukiyo Kawano and me standing in front of the world’s first plutonium reactor, which made the plutonium for the atomic bombs. Yuki is from Hiroshima, a third-generation atomic bomb survivor. I’m from Los Alamos, where the atomic bombs were made.

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Photo by Stephen A. Miller

 

That night, not far from this reactor, Yuki and I along with dancer Meshi Chavez and composer Lisa DeGrace performed a piece centered around Yuki’s life-size sculptures of the atomic bombs, made of kimonos from her grandmother and stitched with strands of her own hair. I blogged here about our whole trip to Hanford.

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Photo by Stephen A. Miller

 

Talking about it later, I think none of us predicted the impact this experience would have on our bodies—how we felt coming together in this place—with all we carry from Hiroshima and Los Alamos, from our parents and our ancestors.

We’ve launched a fundraising campaign to bring this performance to nuclear sites all around the world. The nuclear threat is far from over—as Trump’s rhetoric about arming Japan with nuclear weapons makes clear.

We embody what nuclear weapons mean, and we want to share that. We work, in the words of poet Carolyn Forché, against forgetting. We hope you’ll consider supporting us. Much more info is here.

On fire, desire, fossil fuels

Kaia Sand and I read last night–pieces on fire, desire, fossil fuels–at Passages Bookshop, thanks to the generous David Abel. Kaia sewed and burned skirts for us. She burned the word “desire” into my skirt.

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Kaia illuminates the moth so it shadows the wall behind–with fossil fuels we are like moths to flame.

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I have my plastic car part, a major character in Plastic: an autobiography.