Tagged: tradition
assimilating
assimilating
and not assimilating play
tug of war in the
morning, at meal times, just before
bed, looking for a clean win
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: assimilating
my mother and her
my mother and her
five sisters – together or
alone – five perfect
interpretations of
noodle soup,
one version
of love
.
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washing rice in
washing rice in
autumn, my fingers
turn cold under
running water,
remembering
my grandmother’s
hands, already two
weeks’ frozen
.
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nothing beats the sound
nothing beats the sound
of mahjong in the afternoon –
sparrows over crumbs
.
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electricity on
eight-tenths full –
eight-tenths full –
my mother’s
recommendation
in meeting
hunger, in measuring
a well-mannered
portion of
tea for guests, in
accepting applause,
in greeting life
.
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at grandfather’s house
at grandfather’s house,
tea flowed into the contours
of conversation –
inspiring the palate, unfurling
each tightly held message
.
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