Contributors * more photos to appear soon

Contributors * more photos to appear soon
Christy Namee Eriksen, kim thompson, Jon Schill

Thursday, May 20, 2010


I laugh at the jokes, wondering if I'd cry if I didn't. Time is marked by wounds on my skin and in my mind; patched up with spare bandages from an old army kit, a relic of a forgotten war. The scene around me continues, plays before my eyes; it's like watching TV really, only here the fourth wall doesn't exist, the shouts hurt, I can taste the tears and touch other's faces - surreal, so much so that it can only be true. Hiding and escaping, retreating further away, trying to shield myself from reality intruding into my fiction (or is it the other way around?)

You Bring Out the Korean Adoptee in Me

Wrote this after Sandra Cisnero’s "You Bring Out the Mexican in Me".  I've seen other versions, including one by Bao Phi- "You Bring Out the Vietnamese in Me."  I wanted to write one for us too. xoxo

You bring out the Korean Adoptee in me.
The snowdrift eyelids.
The unripe peach arms.
The knee jerk kisses I take and save for rainy days.
You know.

You bring out the red button heart in me.
The flashcard Korean nouns in me.
The message in a bottle but the bottle broke.
The fancy chopsticks.

The five year old Asian bob with perfect curled bangs in me.
All of my pink dresses, every laced hem, every inch of frill
every warm white tight in me. You bring out
the tacky bling
in my iris.

You bring out the frozen stir fry vegetables and soy sauce in me.
The four inch, no,
two inch heels so I still look good and you still look tall in me.
The fourth Killian and sloppy secrets in me.
The Dance Dance Revolution in me.

You bring out the airplane in me.
The flame start turbine jet stream flight in me.
The Pacific, in tablespoons, in me.
The quake of migration,
the tsunami of children.

Our mothers’ treasure chest memories
sunken to the bottom of their throats.
The family tree with ghost branches.

The hum
of trains pumping below the pavement skin,
the hum
of one woman singing arirang into the dusk room of
twenty one babies not her own,
lives paused on lullabyes.

I want to sing this song for you,
roll my Korean Adoptee tongue into
quarter notes on your lips.

I want to make you failed Asian recipes and
steamed rice outta my twenty pound bag I will
never finish.

I want to tie donated hanboks loose
on our long lost bodies, take photos
of how Korean we are some days.

The Korean Adoptee in me, I am
always looking
for someone to save me.

broken history you,
bulgogi smile you,
half cigarette and sunglasses
on the flat roof of a Seoul building you,
Come here,
let me un-Levi, un-American Eagle you,
let me play your fingertips like a grand piano and
spread our palms out like last flimsy pieces of a
two hundred thousand piece

You got it.

Breaths upon my chest,
your midnight hair in my full moon hands,

and not the language we lost
or the language we were given
has a word for this,
this tear streaked love,
this yinyang heartbeat
beneath your cheek


And now, for something completely different ...

The Orwellian year of lore
Was musically-packed with action galore
Guys got "Footloose" + busted ghosts
The poem below is Dru's Thursday's post
This year, Lionel Richie said "Hello" to the top of the charts
And Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" warmed people's hearts
While Chaka Khan stated I Feel for You
REO Speedwagon couldn't fight their feelings for their boos
The Pointer Sisters jumped for love
A Gaye man was shot by his father + went to heaven above
Sheila E. lived "The Glamorous Life"
And Janet Jackson [temporarily] became James DeBarge's wife
Queen wanted to break free
While George Michael whispered carelessly
Wham! wanted "Freedom" and to be woken up before they went
Who knew new Menudo heartthrob Ricky Martin would be bent?
Suddenly, Billy Ocean wasn't looking for love on the run
And Cyndi Lauper screamed: "Girls Just Want to Have Fun"
Girls like Madonna, who said she was Like a Virgin
Or Tina Turner, a Private Dancer with an urgin'
Because "What's Love Got to Do with It"?
Smooth Operator haters Sade asked the same on their first hit
The Revolution said that when doves cry
For Apollonia Kotero, Prince would die
Purple Rain caused quite the chart-topping scene
Interrupting the U.S.A. reign of Bruce Springsteen
Some foreigners wanted to know what love was
And Alphaville wanted to be "Forever Young" just because
1984 was a year of the good + the whack
With great music to throw you back.

"A (very) Loose Reflection on SB1070 by an Arizona Poet" or "Jan Brewer Doesn't Care About Your Faggy Poem"

Gonna write a story about a poet that mattered--

poems were more than performance pieces

playing for that pussy--

wrote real protests, rhyming prose

and politicians listened,

traded out Andrew Jacksons for poet-influenced decisions

Gonna write a story about a poem that made a difference--

line breaks broke police lines better than bottles could have

and a rhyme scheme at play with no ulterior motive

like “I just came to read my poem

with no rising inflections, no silly affectations,

just feeling”

Gonna write a story about getting lost in my stories--

wrapped up in pages,

curled up cover to cover

and sweet sugar plum dreams

that poems are more than catharsis

for under-rep’ed frustration,

fragments of community

or a voice for the voiceless.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

this is for...

* inspired in part by christy's recent poem "You Bring Out the Korean Adoptee in Me"

this is for
west palm beach
chlorine green-bleached
i could only



this is for
corrie aubrey alli katie stephanie dana brooke karen becca becky
homecoming queens
- and her court
that i could only vote for



this is for
other karen
other clara
other roland
- chinese family parents look like them
that i could only wonder at



this is for
the lake worth highschool varsity
this is how you do defense
all african american
plus one white girl
and then me
basketball team
whose bench i could only



this is for
the mrs prill
p.e. and french language teacher
who mistook me for the
karen chin and clara li in class
but never saw my hand when she called my name
"kim thompson"...
whose face was always a reminder that i could just
shout out "hey thats me"



this is for
the tka we love jesus
go to church 3 times a week
plus sunday school
plus wednesday chapels followed by prayer meetings
plus daily bible classes and devotions
plus memorize the old king james kind
dont drink or smoke
dont have sex before youre married
and its "adam and eve" not "adam and steve"
"if god said why should i let you into my heaven"
evangelism exploded
kind of christian that i tried on for so long
but just could



this is for
the baltic, alpine, scandanavian, venezuelan, occasional british
that i could only walk with
talk with




this is for
the tatt'd queer-do's
best friends ive ever known from the p-horn "represent"
shout out to "the gayborhooders"
mama mentors laurie carlos'

that never made me think of all the ways






only helped me see...

turned this poem to

who its really for

all the ones lost like me at the beginning
raised between two three maybe four or five worlds

all the ones who are han born... han kang / river han separated...
umma seeking
umma found
umma bound
umma umma which one of yous my umma
and what am i s'posed to do about my western white mom who
- praises jesus for
- is threatened by
- is scared of
- wants to meet
- wants to thank
- thinks 3rd world
- thinks not mine
the woman i always called "my real mom" now "umma"

how this poem is really for

all the ones 1st - 3rd who sometimes spend too much time in house fighting
forgetting we are bound by K-100 numbers
forgetting that which was created of the war
is not the same as that which was created of the greed and need
and social failings of our motherland
forgetting that
we are white assimilated
sometimes korean forgotten
forgetting that
anyways we're just people

how this poem is really for
all the ones whose roots feel washed away
by our sea of korea not japan
loss of knowing

how this poem is really for

not all the things and ones that we could never be

but all the things



- kim thompson. wed 19 may 11.39 seoul, korea