The Mother Warns the Tornado

Scene: a bathtub, dry. The noise outside inaudible behind the baby’s wails. And the mother tells the tornado, “I am a greedy son of a bitch, and there I know we are kin. Tornado, this is my child. . . . and and he is a small moon, an open face, a heart. Tornado, I want more.”

This motionpoem was made possible through a partnership with VIDA: Women in Literary Arts.

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A Day at the Mall Reminds Me of America

“I wonder if Kanye knows that these girls are experimenting. As with rum. As with skin, all
the ways to touch it.” Ayse Altinok’s adaptation of Sarah Blake’s poem begins with a craving. Go ahead.

This film was co-produced with VIDA: Women in Literary Arts.

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