“Like the radio waves” by Julia

Thursday May 24, 2018
10:45pm
5 minutes
The Use of Media in Documentary
Carol Martin

You are Asleep like the radio waves

Rippling into the upper sweet of my arm

And the radio plays

Angel music coming from a banjo

Harmonica soul singing the c out of her own chest

And your breathing makes me a believer, praying to the divine soft and friendly exhale

There is nothing you couldn’t fly right now If you wanted to

There is only sound, dancing among us, asking to be touched

“Like the radio waves” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Thursday May 24, 2018
10:49pm
5 minutes
The Use of Media in Documentary
Carol Martin

You snake your way through the winding streets and are so relieved by the fact that you don’t speak the language and can’t understand a single thing you hear. You’ve never been in a place like this. You smell fish, and ginger, and scallions, and almost get hit by a whole family on one bicycle. Everything is loud. Everything is roaring. Everything is thunder. You can’t believe you’ve never travelled outside the country you were born in. Small-minded. Small-fated. Your mother wanted more for you, but she never told you that, so you had to discover it like you discovered this. Late.