[Sold Out] Map-Making: poetry and photographs by Eileen Chong and Charlene Winfred

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At the end, we would sign our names like artists in the corners then lay down our pencils, the day’s journey mapped out and complete. – Eileen Chong, Map-making, from From Peony, 2014, Pitt Street Poetry [Edit 30 June] All copies of Map-Making have been sold out! This has been a long time coming. 20 years, exactly. Ceiling fans stir the thickening afternoon, and my school tie unknots itself while my neighbour at the next desk finds a path to the future with her pen. Eileen and I are 18 years old, drowsy with heat. Dreaming out loud, a balm for the urge to flee. Whispers about making something together. I think we’ve always known we would do it, even after our lives diverged radically. …

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…the number of months of gypsy-jangling, not the Pearl Jam album. Every month i survive on the road, intact and sometimes even flourishing (to ongoing amazement), I come back to this sign. This was painted inside the bus stop near my eldest sister’s home in Washington state, where I spent the first three weeks of my journey. I waited many grey, wintry days inside this shelter for the bus that would bring me to downtown Seattle, still something of a wreck, wondering what the #$^%$#%$ I was doing. Hoping to hell I’d see the truth in it some day. I’ve done some dumb things, learnt some hard lessons in this time, and I’m sure I’ve not plumbed the depths of stupidity quite yet (sad, but …