All posts tagged: identity

Sticky STOPmotion

Adolescentz: a stop motion poem by Trinity Williams What’s the difference between a phase and just simply “being yourself” when the duration of a phase has an equivalence to the length of your average menstrual cycle? I’m myself at least five days a week, once every month. The other days I linger between reality and ghost world. Day 1: upset stomach, tender breast, abhorrence, and killer cramps. Day 2: surrealistic visionary, a girl’s room is her sanctuary. Day 3: two more left, and good friend, you will be missed. you are the emblem of a Sahara sunset, mercury, adolescence, oxygen, me… Day 4: question one in truth or dare: “Your first kiss?” you solemnly sweared. you shouldn’t tell, you couldn’t tell. then you answered, head high and well, “my first kiss was my menstrual cycle.” a look of disgust and terror filled. as the rest of the crowd scurried quick, you reapplied your red lipstick. Day 5: It’s day five of being myself and I have about two days left to enjoy me while I …

How to be a half-Japanese girl in America

the dust on old photographs i have of japan ask me, do you remember? or conversely have you forgotten? because somehow those seem to be two different questions. somewhere in japan a flower is blooming, pink petals reaching out to the morning, half-flower, half-bud. somewhere in america it is night-time and the grass is sighing under silent sprinklers. somewhere in between is a girl waiting to remember, or perhaps, to forget. Explanation for Diarist Series: As one of the first Tunnel diarists, I’ll admit I don’t really know what I’m doing. But, I have at least a hazy idea of what I might attempt to try to maybe do. In this diarist series, I’m going to use different art forms to explore how the geography of our lives affects who we are. I’ve lived in some different places (England, Japan, America) and I want to explore themes of multiculturalism, differing perspectives, the effect of nature on life. What is art, beauty, home, friendship? Our ideas of these things, although they seem like such reasonable, wholesome, turkey-sandwich truths, are …