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Lingzhi

I learnt about this mushroom which weighs the difference of realism and hope. How much Lingzhi soup can my metastasised mother drink in front of Dr Vibha? “You know it’s not going to reverse...

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Sun and Moon

I lifted another spoonful to your mouth, wiped a crumb off from your lips, pale but perfectly formed like the now full moon. I read a story in your eyes, felt your laughter give...

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smile and nod

She sat holding my dying mother’s hand and told me that I needed to trust in Jesus; take his wounded hand and never let it go, let his viscous blood run all over me like...

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Metamorphosis

I sit beside you watching the rise and fall of your chest, cocooned in blankets.   They look like they grew out from under your feet, enshrouding you in a peaceful white chrysalis, your...

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One

One night we had to leave, quickly packing boxes and looking over our shoulders before repossession claimed what was never really ours, the car trunk frothing at the mouth with frilly dresses and pillows,...

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What It Takes

It takes compromise. Some kind of click happens in your mind’s back switch, and you realise that you’re never going to do any better. I always thought- It takes a look in the eyes,...

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Counter Lady

The woman behind the counter looks at me unimpressed, how an anteater looks at a mound of termites it’s torn open, before gorging itself on their bits. I scramble for cash like a little...

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Friends

There was no hesitation when I proposed. You took my rough hand in yours and said yes. It must be an eight year old thing, when matching birthdays are the basis for “Will you...

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Gravitas

There is a lack of gravity in the words we say to each other. It’s like they leave our mouths and remain suspended between us, unsure of where to go. They are lost migrating...

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Return of God

I always believed that there was someone protecting me. When I was young at bedtime, my mother and I we would send up our prayers to the dark heavens, cupped in our palms like...