Gala: Gliding as Prophecy

Young women glide in hanbok, with hand drums and dance. This is their country, and they sway, decorated in flowers. I remember horror and indignation from embassy staff, but i see it still, undeterred: In their endurance, in their 5000 years of absorbing invasion, immigration, subjugation and some alchemical fermentations fed by the earth i…

On Skijump Apparel Design

the wind is against them beside them, or sulking and the technical crew move peg by peg, the gates to compensate, while they wait, in their neoprene squirrel suits, modeled on aerodynamics in skin in born; i watch in wonder wondering do they study strategy of sugar gliders, flying foxes or lemur kind, who also…

Without

i am watching figure skating without commentary how am i to know what to think? how am i to know what i see? i was not prepared for this, no voiceover to tell me the names, chain together leap and spin with tales of how this person chose this music, this program, this choreography my…

Names Like Prayers

What do you need to believe? Shiva Keshavan wears names like prayers wrapped around him, as he flies down highways of ice, chasing glory. He is carrying dreams and pledges that hold him, like the many armed deity steady on the road, arrow swift unflinching, and joyous in his might. How do we wrap our young…

Flame-bearing

Olympic Flame PyeongChang Kim Yuna glides high above the gathered throngs waiting, her thoughts her own carving sprays of ice, in arcs that fall and glimmer, like a thousand prayers from mouth to sky, can you hear me? families divided by a line between world powers, carved across their homeland’s face might read anything or…

Peering Out for Shadows

The 2018 Winter Olympics are a week from opening Pyeongchang, South Korea. In North America, it’s Groundhog Day.  Here, we laugh at silly ritual by which we say, a rodent tells the weather ahead, either long weeks more of snow, cold, dark, or softly spring come early, budding.   Meanwhile, in a mountain town gathered…