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lives and creates in oakland. i would like to introduce ahmwa. [applause] flesh of my flesh. the woman who invented clothes was a woman. she knew the power of a well placed leash. knew there was no looking back. once man laid himself upon her he was cleave into her. need the clay of her. she knew then shield always need a sheath. a shield from shame. the early pain of having been divided. >> first sin. forgive me for coveting my mothers breast until it bled iodine to deceive me. 165. y...

missing you like childhood dreams and mothers mill ik. like an earing under a bed. links of moon that pass. with years reflected in glass. the silver seams behind eyes. if you happen to find my love hidden in the openal of your memory, would you return my uncertainty? my last poem, id like to dedicate to all the people who have ever lost someone that they love. and as nancy said you get to a certain age and people start passing away. and its kind of bizarre when you lose a parent and r...

placed leash. knew there was no looking back. once man laid himself upon her he was cleave into her. need the clay of her. she knew then shield always need a sheath. a shield from shame. the early pain of having been divided. >> first sin. forgive me for coveting my mothers breast until it bled iodine to deceive me. 165. you cried when i left for california. you and bastand figure the driveway. i didnt expect that from you. wasnt prepare for the weeping that would last until i cross th...

knew there was no looking back. once man laid himself upon her he was cleave into her. need the clay of her. she knew then shield always need a sheath. a shield from shame. the early pain of having been divided. >> first sin. forgive me for coveting my mothers breast until it bled iodine to deceive me. 165. you cried when i left for california. you and bastand figure the driveway. i didnt expect that from you. wasnt prepare for the weeping that would last until i cross the the state bo...

once man laid himself upon her he was cleave into her. need the clay of her. she knew then shield always need a sheath. a shield from shame. the early pain of having been divided. >> first sin. forgive me for coveting my mothers breast until it bled iodine to deceive me. 165. you cried when i left for california. you and bastand figure the driveway. i didnt expect that from you. wasnt prepare for the weeping that would last until i cross the the state border. when i got to oakland my e...

a sheath. a shield from shame. the early pain of having been divided. >> first sin. forgive me for coveting my mothers breast until it bled iodine to deceive me. 165. you cried when i left for california. you and bastand figure the driveway. i didnt expect that from you. wasnt prepare for the weeping that would last until i cross the the state border. when i got to oakland my emotions leaked like a wildfire. they are the kind that destroy you, your security your shell. it almost killed...

emotions leaked like a wildfire. they are the kind that destroy you, your security your shell. it almost killed me the home sickness the longing and anger that flawed itself into a stone in my throat. 165 days until i see you again. how many days in a semester. how long before i can go home? sometimes you need to burn everything to begin a new and here there are no science the deaths are not as severe the pure ifkification not complete. to let the natural of the sun have its way with m...

have its way with me. to feel the tips of grass force through the ashes of earth the complicated earth that seechls soft at the surface and yet so deep. that is how i feel the hidden layers of hardness, liquid and flame. can anything survive at the core. must i always hold people at a distance never let them settle inside me. mother there is not enough room for me in your womb. thats why i left. to seek a home a place where i could grow. 165 miles i crieds, 165 times i missed you today...

drop like grain on deaf pavements where children listen and trace their shadow. they dance memorize steps on wooden stairways. they sleep with their eyes open dreaming of half eaten cake. low hum of a car radio. the feel of water. the taste of skin. thank you. [applause]. closing out our evening of readers is ahn wa received msa of creative writing. and the ardela literary composition prize in creative nonfiction. her work has been published in several an tholologies including our chee...

emotions leaked like a wildfire. they are the kind that destroy you, your security your shell. it almost killed me the home sickness the longing and anger that flawed itself into a stone in my throat. 165 days until i see you again. how many days in a semester. how long before i can go home? sometimes you need to burn everything to begin a new and here there are no science the deaths are not as severe the pure ifkification not complete. to let the natural of the sun have its way with m...