the exhausted mother shut her eyes her back was hurting she didn’t have it in her to tell her children the regular bedtime story just imagine, she said to them, a beautiful garden in front of your eyes with flowers in bright colours and anima-…
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Hour thirteen
heart attack, the words whispered from ear to ear sounded horrible, cruel condescending all i wanted was to rush into the room where my father lay hooked up and hold him close, tell him he was safe they were allowing no one in not even…
Hour twelve: we are gathering
tiny heart beats madly excitedly they’ve given me the instructions which float like strips of rainbow from my jaw – as you proceed they’ll send you more and more to carry be willing you can do it with me are beating thousands and thousands of…
Hour eleven: hoho haha hehe
early morning commotion in the local park. a group of seniors gathered together were creating a ruckus. a few joggers and walkers stopped to watch their one antic. all were doing the same action, standing with feet apart and raising their forelimbs gently, stretching their…
Hour 10: parting
parting only to meet again the leaves, the tress the sky, the sun the moon, the stars your favorite coffee the rain drops sliding down the window glass is but sweat beaded on your back all this and more will remind me of you and…
Hour 9: comfort food
lentils and rice Slow-cooked Yellow from turmeric Fragrant with spices Hot, steaming Delicious Dip into memory and take a large helping of khichadi
Hour seven
The thunder claps did not bother, the pouring rain could not dampen our spirits as we frolicked on our first weekend as newlyweds we’ve come here before with the children and didn’t we tear our hair pandering to their every need now it’s different we’re…
Hour five
grandma in her rocking chair knitting sunflowers the color of cheddar cheese knitting sunflowers because that’s what she knew best to work on her knitting loom from where i lay on the rug the pattern seemed dark, distant space but when i squinted an oak…
Hour four
grandmother weaves a story around her mother’s birth ten score years ago a little house a darkened room airless mud walls absorb and reflect the screams of a terrified young girl beads of sweat soaking the bedding leaving dark patches and finally the dai ma…
Hour three
the bees swarm around their hive the scouts have located a new home they pause midair for directions drawing on the scent of scout pheromones the bees guide their old queen to the new place keeping her cool and safe surrounded by her loyal bees…