Tagged: family
salt, peanut, oil, and
salt, peanut, oil, and
a pair of chopsticks to taste –
mom making memories
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: chopsticks
all-purpose flour,
all-purpose flour,
water, a pinch of salt, and
some muscle – let’s not
forget that it’s the muscle
that pulls us altogether
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: muscle
it’s true, we are all-
it’s true, we are all-
together home, taking our
places, playing our
roles in the noodle-making
and eating continuum
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: continuum
my six aunts and
my six aunts and
uncle gather around
grandma’s hospital
bed, allowing
the performance of
procedure to overtake the
art of living.
Their hands
are collectively
tied in the pursuit
of individual
blamelessness.
grandma looks
on, one against
six, a tube down
her throat, mindful
of cumulative losses.
as in every
situation, time
flexes its
muscles, taunting us
to hold on or let go
while duty,
devotion, and rivalry
measure us for both
.
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i get anxious when
dragons find their way
on the first day of
on the first day of
spring, you
returned to us,
suddenly
fatherless. there
are parts of us
that will dance
around recognizing
parts of you
because no one
wants to claim
a familiarity
to loss
.
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