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Eugene@150-StoryCatchers Interview

| I FOUND KINDNESS IN EUGENE | PART 1 & 2 On December 28th, 2012 I was invited by Marsha Barr of Story Catchers to have a conversation/interview about who I am, what I do, and why I live in this beautiful city of Eugene, Oregon. Here is a recording of my memorable conversation/interview with [...]

| THANK YOU KATHRYN |

I wanted to share with you a poem that someone wrote to me. Also shared is a poem in response. I’m so happy for the amazing support from fellow poets and writers. Thank you. This is true poetry advocacy. I’m thankful and humbled. EARLY SUMMER FRUIT for Sam Roderick Roxas-Chua he says he wants a [...]

| INSIDE |

A poem in celebration of a poetry reading with Bette Lynch Husted and Jana Zvibleman for the Oregon Poetry Association Eugene/Springfield Chapter and Springfield Public Library – Poetry Reading Series.  Date: 23 October 2012 Please click on the image below to view the poem. 00   

| INSIDE OF A ROOM |

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXm_NZDE_HE?rel=0&w=640&h=360] A poem written in celebration of tonight’s reading at the Springfield Public Library. Thank you Nancy Carol Moody and Sharon Munson for making way for my poems to be shared to a wider audience. 00   

| IT’S ALL ABOUT WHAT’S INSIDE YOUR BAG! “


The contents of the bag I am holding:

(1) A box of crayola – minus the black and white.
(2) An extra crayola box (cause I didn’t like to share)
(3) Paper
(4) Magnets
(5) A small vial of iron filings
(6) Extra socks (why?)
(7) String (Again, why?)

This was according to my caregiver growing up. I visited her in Iloilo, Philippines. Mila is now in her late 80′s, ailing, but still remembers the contents of that bag. Amazing!

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| BEING |

Eugene, Oregon – My video installation at the 2012 Clay Festival. Not bad for an iPhone 3Gs shot. Enjoy. 00   

| ALPHABETS CAN BE MADE OUT OF DUST |

| THANK YOU | A very personal sculpture. Last February, I gave my personal thanks to my biological parents who brought me into this world. Here they are immortalized in the language of clay, a language that came to find me. It is true, alphabets can be made out of dust. Enjoy. 00   

| DEAR GARDENER |

Oh these piles and piles of leaves crawling into each other, dry. In the shape of a community in brittle-soft distress, decomposition into beauty into nests into dust into ash. This is the pause of nature, this is the breath of life. This is a portrait of you looking into yourself. sam roderick roxas-chua 9.20.2012 [...]

| PRESS |

Pressed Leaf You point to the great catalpa and say, Its leaves don’t just fall, they are offered. The process of giving takes a year, sometimes a whole lifetime. An unmarried botanist can tell you why. She may even offer you lapsang souchong, the most quiet of teas. Examine how unnatural flattened things are, it [...]