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Volume 2 Number 2 • Fall - Winter 2010-2011
Is the sound of your mother's voice
from the middle of the ocean, nothing
familiar surrounds you longer, only you
and the sound of that familiarity resounds.
Or your father's voice—
from the middle of the desert, awakens you
in the dead of night, vivid dreams, him singing
“you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.”
You begin to hear your ringtone everywhere, even when
your phone is turned off, you reach for it – long after
they're both gone…
Mother of two; inveterate gardener of souls and seeds; Kadattir is also an award winning poet living in Saint Paul, Minnesota.