Poetry + MULTIMEDIA + Collaborations + PROSE
:: COLLABORATORS ::
Words + Voice: Dao Strom
Video: Roland Dahwen Wu
Ambient Sound: Barry Brusseau
flowers die flowers recur
in some instances you must surrender to
navigate it is a navigation of (im)-
passive capacities ...
A trilingual poem (English, French, Vietnamese) by She Who Has No Master(s), a collective of women and gender-nonconforming writers of the Vietnamese diaspora.
It always begins something like this, with the attempted placement of one mouth over another ....
:: VOICES IN THIS POEM ::
Aimee Phan / Angie Chau / Anna Moï / Dao Strom / Hoa Nguyen / Isabelle Thuy Pelaud / Julie Thi Underhill / Lan Duong / Thao P. Nguyen // translators: Genève Chao / Quan Tran
From My Mother I Inherited
A multi-voice poem by She Who Has No Master(s), a collective of women and gender-nonconforming writers of the Vietnamese diaspora.
She prays to some god and so do I; we wear a thin piece of gold and we trust the knife we hold in our hand ....
:: VOICES IN THIS POEM ::
Aimee Phan / Angie Chau / Dao Strom / Isabelle Thuy Pelaud / Julie Thi Underhill / Stacey Tran
in this world
i enact separation
for the sake of spelling
the distance (unsung
& mine ....
"HEART" "CARAPACE" "Treasure Seeker" "Externalia" (Four Micro-Poems)
We are Evidence. Evidence of truth. Evidence of strength. Evidence of the country. ....
Externalia (Image-Text POem)
it’s the sound of passing but
never touching ....
DE-CANONIZING: "VIETNAM" IS A 7-LETTER WORD : blog post for De-Canon, Nov 10 2017
An essay gathering Vietnamese American responses to the Ken Burns' PBS documentary on 'The Vietnam War'
DOHEE LEE’S MU/巫 : REVERBERATIONS OF THE SINGING BODY : art review/reflection for PICA Blog on Korean American shamanic performance artist Dohee Lee at TBA: 17 (Time-Based Art Festival), Oct 19 2017
A woman in white walks down a New York City sidewalk. Her dress is a construction of paper strips, fragments layered into a plumage, each strip inked in Korean script. The woman is Korean. As she walks she performs a ritual that involves waving red paper. She moves down the street toward a building. A building with an alleyway. ...
"Dao Strom's Seven Works of Hybridity" essay for VELA Magazine's Bookmarked Column
Hybridity is a way of saying we are neither this nor (completely) that; at the same time we are this AND we are that, maybe even that other that, too. And it’s all subject to change. We might dissolve or evolve any boundaries. We will not stay put where you think you’ve safely placed us, named us, tried to corral us. Neither this, nor that. Neither of here nor there, wholly. ...
"Out of the Margins" - Launch of Literary Series on diaCRITICS.org (Dao Strom, Series Editor)
The reality of a cultural identity is complex and contradictory, no doubt. Yes, we are/were of that wound; and yes, too, we are so much more than you have been willing to see, of that wound, from it, beyond it, aside from it. So the goal here really is simple: to enter into the stream of American literature, art and culture as we are — no less, no more, and all. To make a space where the full nuance and scope of our experiences, imaginations, and perceptions may have their place. ...
"Iowa Pastoral" essay in GUERNICA
... In short: the reason he had decided not to attend any more of her classes was because she had demonstrated herself unable to place him, due to her perception of the color of his skin, anywhere in the context of Western art....
"Triangulations from the Diaspora: Childhood" experimental/image-text essay in NUMERO CINQ
"[Fragments from the Encyclopedia of Censorship]" essay in MINOR LITERATURES
It was during my time studying creative writing at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop in the mid-1990s that I stumbled on the one essay I’ve found written in English that acknowledges the contributions of the “Five She-Devils” — five boundary-challenging women writers — to the literature of South Viet Nam. My mother was one of these five. ...
"(notes) from the other shore" essay in 3:AM MAGAZINE
Language – from the very point we attempt to codify, capture, call it our own, or insist via our version of it — becomes potentially unreliable. The same event, traumatic movements of people on either side of a forming chasm, no matter how you choose to frame it, has no one definitive name. Can really and truly be given no name. Because maybe there are no words for it.