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Storm Surge

The idea of tenacity fascinates me. As the eldest daughter of a political
refugee, my life has every to do with my father's drive to survive. Through
thirty years our relationship has had its fill of eases and strains. Every few
years I spend the last weeks of August unravelling and re-ravelling our stories.

Once the closest of confidants we now shore up on opposite sides of the
globe, existing as practically strangers.

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​​. . .read the rest in Room Volume 44.2: City Rhythms, edited by Isabella Wang. 
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Aether

                             spills
                                                   from the sky
burns holes in polyester
coat me in white powder

I shake drops from my eyes;

see a sea
                        gull                   strut
tin gangways                             strut
carob balcony rails                       strut
puffed chests brimming                  spirits
of        sugar kelp          twists
of        kombu shoots
of        shiners              and secrets

of soot.  


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from Parentheses n.11 / Spring 2021

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