jenevieve ting 丁克依

“in the film ‘all about lily chou-chou,’ you often can’t tell dream states from reality, both mediated by the lullaby that is lily’s spectral voice. in truth they are both nightmares. last year I experienced sleep paralysis for the first time. I was in a hotel in Jaipur, in a room besotted by gem-colored stained glass windows that bled warmly onto the ceiling. I was terrified, then I opened my eyes. terror, then beauty this time.” @tingrolls From “sleeping heart,” nonfiction by Jenevieve Ting Read more at lullabymachine.com

5 years on T today🎠🪽💌🎀🕯🩶 grateful for the promise & illusion of change, and every body I’ve been & still imagine & can no longer be. every tense has mattered, has conjured flesh where before lived purpling doubt, has felt less like coming home and more like going, knowing you’re still going, towards this life, a life, the pleasure of repeating yourself out loud & hearing something different every time ⅏ ✈︎ && so honored and grateful to have my piece, “GRIEFHOOD” published this month in @seventhwavemag ’s Community Anthology, “On Girlhood,” edited by the very best editors-in-chief girlhood, @kmingchang & Hairol Ma ⭑.ᐟ this piece was written with very specific girls & ghosts in mind & I love/mourn/elegize/haunt/hold onto every one of them 🪽excerpts of the poem in slides 3-5, full piece linked in bio-female 𑣲 thank you so much to @seventhwavemag for the heroic amount of labor, time & care put into bringing these community anthologies to life, to all my fellow contributors, to @jiazilla for her haunting & stunning lithograph artwork, and to you for reading it 𓏲ּ𝄢⋆.𐙚 ̊

🩶 reading some new work amongst writers & artists I hugely love & admire this Sunday for this incredible fundraiser, curated & organized by Yanbin Zhao @zhao.yanbin  & Laetitia Keok @l.aetitia 💌 hope to see you there 🤍 link in bio to register ! Pauses, Mumbles, Whispers, Silences Poetry Reading + Film Screening A G@z @ Community Fundraiser November 2, 2025, 6:00pm “This fundraising event will donate all proceeds to G@z @ Soup Kitchen @gazasoupkitchen and Mahmoud Alabsi and his family as part of the Monthly Mutual Aid for G@z @ program by @guagua4palestine . In addition to performances, we’ll have postcards, poetry chapbooks and zines for sale. Pauses, Mumbles, Whispers, Silences convenes a series of experimental shorts that probe the negative space of language—the blockages, frictions, attenuations, and erasures that arise in the act of enunciation. These interruptions reflect broader structures: political instability, geopolitical entanglement, cross-cultural mediation, kinship, and postcolonial trauma. Through subversive visual strategies and speculative perspectives, the works attempt to trace, disclose, and counteract linguistic absence. In addition, four writers come together to interrogate the limits of language and the consequences of silence. In what ways does the poet’s gaze fail, and how can we continue to insist on our witnessing in spite of these failures? Here, language becomes both subject and method: its instrumental function is suspended, opening instead toward resistant forms of articulation and a redefinition of linguistic boundaries amid ambiguity and indeterminacy.” Poster by @bunbohenry Scan the QR code on the poster to register or make donation at the door.

I’m 32 today. this year, I leapt. I fell in love a hundred times, broke my own heart a hundred more. on the other side of rupture lay relief, an infinite witness, a spectacular green. the thing I wrote in my journal most this year was, “I’m so grateful I’m alive.” on a bike ride across the brooklyn bridge in august, I mouthed iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou to the peach-burned sky, beauty as motion, love like weather, everywhere. I felt the wind brocade itself against my skin, I had wings for the first time in years. I retrieved the pink from my cheeks, the sorry from my throat. I put the grief down when I needed to. romance returned, as it always does, as it always will. a lone street vendor I saw in Condesa serenading a single lily, Rodin’s cathedral hands, three times before which I cried. a weightless celadon house in LA, a scaffolding of pitch pine trees upstate. Kubota’s endless mirror, your face in it. ten curious swans, every miracle that was my friend. this year I learned, if you’re not careful, your grief can wear your life like a life. this body, the one you’re living, is a chance at light you won’t get twice. so I was reckless with hope. I formalized my separation with fear, a dialect I no longer crave fluency in. I barely slept, I dreamed obscenely. I dreamed a you, a me, a life, a living. every day it came true. every day it brought me closer to what I want, which is always this. to kiss this life in every language, to “dance here at the edge of things” (ursula k le guin). don’t wake me up, I’m not done dreaming. I traced the heat on the map of my heart, I found myself wanting to Want. familiar, forgotten star, I thought you/I/we were dead. proof is a precious commodity in love, yet there I was. why did I ever think I was anywhere else but here? for months I walked around the city with a hole in my heart the size of my desire, begging it to show me something, anything. every time, I walked me back to me. I laughed at all my longing, its absurd tenor, then realized I finally recognized my reflection. my pearl-colored self. the doubt was dead, but I was not. I can always write a new word, and I will. I’m so grateful I believe me. I’m so grateful I’m alive🪽

💌 Join us on Friday, September 26, from 7-9pm in-person at AAWW for a birthday reading, fundraiser & raffle in support of Gaza Mutual Aid Solidarity (@gazamutualaidsolidarity ) & South Brooklyn Sanctuary (@southbrooklynsanctuary ) ♡ Suggested donation $10 to attend, no one turned away for lack of funds 💌 Link in bio to register! 🦋 📖 Featuring readings by: • Cathy Linh Che (@cathylinhche ) • Jemimah Wei (@jemmawei ) • Jenevieve Ting (@tingrolls ) 🎂 • Jenny Xie (@jxie03 ) • Vt Hung (@vt.hu.ng ) • Yasmin Adele Majeed (@yasminadelemajeed ) 🌟 Featuring raffle items by: • 🎨 Jia Sung (@jiazilla ) • 🩵 Jeffery Sun Young Park (@youngsunceramics ) • 🦢 hotbirdbath (@hotbirdbath ) • 🖼️ Mary Inhea Kang (@mary.kang ) • ✂️ q (@happyjawbone ) Enter the raffle by 9/26! 🎟️ Each raffle entry is $5 with unlimited entries 🎟️ Please include the name of your desired item in your raffle entry on Venmo (@tingrolls ) or PayPal (@tingroll ). 📦 Shipping only available within the US for select raffle items, and tattoo & custom pants only available in NYC. The winner of each item will be contacted shortly after the fundraiser has ended 🫶🏼 Gaza Mutual Aid Solidarity is a direct mutual aid organization supporting families with food, clean water & survival needs in Gaza, and South Brooklyn Sanctuary is a grassroots nonprofit that trains volunteers to support immigrants without attorneys. Please send all donations to Venmo (@tingrolls ), PayPal (@tingroll ), or if you prefer, directly to @gazamutualaidsolidarity & @southbrooklynsanctuary 🌱 Sponsored by @kundimanforever & @aaww_nyc 💌

farewell my beautiful summer…. I start my MFA today ✎𓂃˙ᵕ˙ ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 💜 🌅pics by 我同志 @allthatjasss

in times of abject grief & uncertainty, I’ve always returned to poetry. sometimes that effort feels fruitless, futile. other times, I’m so grateful for the privilege of language to sustain, to reimagine, and to refuse the specter of death. to know poetry as balm, poetry as will & testament, and this time, gratefully, poetry as garden. 🌱 truly honored to be included in this chapbook, “A Poem is a Garden” 🌿 compiled by the wonderful @bidhyalimbuuu , @l.aetitia , @cheyannesie & @chloesie_ in support of Mahmoud & Maryam’s family in G@za and to support the work of The Sameer Project ❣️ 💌 Featuring 2 Poetry Chapbooks (Vol. 1 & Vol. 2) + 9 Garden Postcards, in collaboration with 36 poets & 10 artists 💌 You can place your orders now, until the 7th of September at the link in bio (tinyurl.com/poemisagarden) 🍓 thank you deeply & love you deeply 🍓 *** All proceeds from the sale of our poetry chapbooks and postcards will go directly towards fundraising efforts for Mahmoud and Maryam’s family in G@za and supporting the work of @thesameerproject . Mahmoud and Maryam, our P@lestinian lovebirds, are a young couple fighting to stay alive in G@za ; devoted to living, and dying, if it should come to it, together as a family. The Sameer Project is a donations-based initiative, led by P@lestinians in the diaspora, working to supply aid to displaced families in G@za . If you’d like to contribute to the project directly, you can do so here: tinyurl.com/apgdonations

“the words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. the people we love are never just as we desire them. the two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.” — Anne Carson eros is incommunicable, eros is the only language I know ~~ excited & grateful to have 3 poems included in this gorgeous exhibit at @accentsisters ,🌹 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 🌹 opening Tuesday, 8/26 from 6-9pm 💌 see you there! repost from the curator: ⁡𝖠𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗒𝖻𝖾𝗋-𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗎𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼. 🗓 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝖠𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝟤𝟨 - 𝖠𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝟥𝟣 👼🏻 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖠𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝟤𝟨, 𝟨-𝟫 𝖯𝖬 ❤️‍🔥 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐞: 𝖠𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖲𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖲𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝟩𝟢𝟤, 𝟪𝟫 𝖥𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗁 𝖠𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎𝖾, 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫: Colleen Dalusong @mareenae 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲: Jingyi He @shishipoketontsu ❣️❣️❣️

my first time in The Margins @aaww_nyc ♡ thank you to Poetry Editor @emilyjungminyoon & Deputy Director Devyn Mañibo for all your support in bringing this poem to life 🕊️🦷 inside this poem is this idea I’ve wrestled with as I’ve gotten older, this murderous thing that happens to all of us as we age— how do we hold on to a vision of the world, of a life, that still could be anything? at what point do we lose that belief? can we ever get it back? 🏹🪽💡👐🏻 thank you to AAWW for providing the space to ask impossible questions, thank you to babies for your perennial wisdom & thank u for reading 💧 [link in bio, best read on desktop]

TUESDAY NIGHT CAFE IS NEXT TUESDAY 7/15 . Whew we're already halfway through the season! We have a beautiful show coming up. @animator_haneen is so generous to let us screen a few stop-motion animation shorts made by her students, all children in Gaza. Her team continues these workshops against the violence of the genocide. We'll have ways for you to donate to that work. We might have a bake sale as well? TBD. Come through! . @surrija @animator_haneen @tazzystar @tingrolls @oaamensore Vendor: @seastarya DJ: @waxstyles . Want to perform for our Open Mic? Make sure to sign up for our lottery by 6:40 PM, there will only be 3 spaces available, two performances per performer per season please! We may ask to review your content. Please read the rules at /how-to-perform . As a reminder, masking is required in our space, and we will have masks available on site. If you can’t join us in-person, we will continue to stream our shows on YouTube in our link in bio. . Original cactus photo by @renmaicha

when we were first introduced in high school everyone said that we should date because we were the “cool asians” in our grade. it felt backhanded to us but when you asked me to be your girlfriend I genuinely felt so excited, like I could belong to somebody. everyone said we were like twins, like mirrors of each other. I was so young & so embarrassed all the time back then, just embarrassed to look the way I did, act the way I did, but you were always smiling, easy & warm, somebody everybody loved. we used to make jokes about being the only asians in the room in our predominantly white friend group in suburban danville and I think I look back now and see that we were both so terribly lonely. I wonder if that loneliness followed you into adulthood, like it did for me too. I pray it’s finally left you. I have this memory of us after sophomore homecoming in the backyard of somebody’s house in alamo, when mattie, sam and frannie locked us both outside so that we’d have our first kiss. we were laughing & nervous & chose a spot under an oak tree, away from the prying eyes of our friends, and it was sweet & imperfect & so very careful and I never ever forgot it. you showed me kids by mgmt & someday by the strokes & I remember wanting to impress you with new songs I’d found but you always already knew them. you were just the coolest, kindest guy, long before any of us knew how to be anything other than young. listening to your songs now I hear a kevin I didn’t get the chance to hear more clearly when we were teenagers, or as we grew up and apart — the sound of your voice feels like haunting & a little bit like home. I pray you sing & say everything you’ve ever wanted in the sky now. I pray everyone, including me, is there to listen. I pray you can finally rest 🕊️ I love you forever k-ho, i’m so sorry that you’re gone.

“doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night the beloved body, compass, polestar, to hear the quiet breathing that says 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, that means also you are alive, because you hear me, you are here with me.” — Louise Glück, A Myth of Devotion