Rice

Rice Yesterday’s rain informs me I’m born of luck and blended strands, of hope and words forged before a common tongue emerged. Of my first two languages only one still breathes. The other manifests in exile, in blurred images and hummed tunes. Rice is my staple. I eat it without regarding its English etymology, its […]

via Rice — O at the Edges

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