Tagged: memories

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

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i tuck memories

i tuck memories
into each corner of these
city streets – cross, do

not cross, pivot, turn around –
messages from another me
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some lines tug at our

some lines tug at our
best memories into the
past, some lines pull us

into the future, others
yank us right into the present
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patterns are bound to

one day, our memories

one day, our memories
will no longer spark – you will
be left holding the

flint, and i will be steel, tired
of matching wits, igniting
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memories need no

the air around us