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Mama Mada
In the End by Alvin Pang
the things we love give back
our names. One handed me a
plain stone to carve into something
better. Another returned the long
lost user guide to my left brain.
Someone passed a slip of paper,
my inscrutable handwriting
on one side, and on the other
in bright colours, the words
“I Want It All”. Others brought
flowers – irises, daffodils,
the soft unpeeled heart of a rose.
None of the clothes fit any longer.
I put aside the books I’d read,
and hadn’t read, they took flight
as endless stairs, circling
beyond my years. But I loved
most of all the quiet
Sundays, when fingers of rain
would write themselves
on the clear page of my window,
dying to tell me their stories.
Bespeak Of Her Wisdom
by I.J. Kalia
My phone went bleak on her call
and my heart creaks to the walls of distance
towering between my future and now;
but in cold absence of humor, the lips grin
to the bespeak of her antique wisdom.
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