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Taylor Joy Murray

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Taylor is a 19-year-old writer and author of Hidden in My Heart: A TCK’s Journey Through Cultural Transition.

When she was sixteen-years-old, she applied for a writing residency for the annual conference, Families in Global Transition. In exchange for an eight week mentoring process with the expat editor Jo Parfitt, she was required to attend FIGT to cover sessions and then write articles about them. The experience was a wonderful opportunity for learning and growth. Her blog was an outcome of the project. Since then, she’s written for expat and TCK-focused, print and online magazines.

By CulTuremiKs, ago

Somewhere Closer To Near – Home

Somewhere closer to near but far,

I come from new names of old lands,
Oceans, islands, continents,
Snow and sand.

Between the blood spilled
for selfish reasons,
the crucifixion of sheep
as camouflage for our fears;
Home…

The place I come from …

Sometimes its people disappear
with the wind,
Its shape shifts from blinks to tears
And whenever it does so
it turns me into a foreign,
again.

That’s how I get lost;
how I get home;
simply to leave
again.

I come from seashells,
different smells,
Tastes, colors,
Fetishes in the spotlight,
the holy of brothels!


Where I come from…
I sleep naked,
covered by 3 blankets,
waking up sweaty.
I wear boots at the beach,
Slippers at parties
and I’m barefoot in the streets.
Never ugly, nor pretty,
the eccentric, the exotic
Neither usual, nor repugnant,
yet intriguing, deceiving.


The place I come from
is a loop, a pattern in space,
not very different from here,
quite similar actually!
It feels good to be back
for the first time;
Again.

By Caio Leão 

By CulTuremiKs, ago

Child of the Nile – Third Culture

“A Ugandan praise song that tells the story of Moses, a man from Uganda, the site of the Lake Victoria, the source of the River Nile, who worked as a security guard at my secondary school in Qatar. After leaving his home and his heart to earn a living in the high-developing Arab nation, he went on to become a great friend of mine and the one who taught me the strong value of maintaining a smile no matter what worries may crowd your mind.”

By Third Culture (Sam Cronin)

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By CulTuremiKs, ago

Water Towers, Too – Adrian Patenaude

i knew i’d miss mangos
pale yellow, smooth, size
of two fists combined
peeled, sliced
and juicy sweet

i was right
but surprised
by warm peaches
firm and sun-yellow
picked fresh,
washed clean
in summer camp sinks
juicy sweet
and running down my chin

i knew i’d miss lilawadee
fragrant, perfect white
even when scattered
below branches
of waxy leaves

i was right
but i met magnolia
fragrant, perfect white
big blossoms
to get lost in
and breathe myself dizzy

i don’t remember, but mom does
a little girl crying
water tower!
water tower!
each time we passed one

that girl is a stranger, lost
in time to some parallel stream
the magic of water towers
is now lost on me
but West Texas sunsets
enchant, even that silhouette

i was right to miss Thailand –
rhinoceros beetles, rambutan,
raindrops clamoring on tin roofs –
and i still do
but i have been touched
by Texas, too

By Adrian Patenaude

Poet’s website

By CulTuremiKs, ago