Grandma

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Her hands quiver

from sustained pressing of the beads.

When her voice starts to rise,

the light of the kerosene lamp amplifies

from an entirely lambent glow,

illuminating the details of

her room. Mound of frass

and dead winged

ants on the altar; archaic cross

nailed askew on a bole. Might these,

however insignificant, enrich

the sacral mood?

The silence outside thickens

at the end of her petitions.

No cry of a newborn

or the nightly keening

of an estrous dog.

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Jeric Tindoy Olay is a teacher, poet, and opinion writer born in Southern Leyte, a small province in the Philippines. His works have appeared in Philippines Graphic Reader, Mekong Review, Paris Lit Up, Quadrant Magazine, Queen’s Quarterly, Ragaire Magazine, etc.

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Jeric Tindoy Olay

Jeric Tindoy Olay is a teacher, poet, and opinion writer born in Macrohon Southern Leyte. He currently teaches at Ichon National High School. His essays and poems have appeared and are forthcoming in TLDTD, Philippines Graphic Reader, Mekong Review, Paris Lit Up,Quadrant Magazine, Queen’s Quarterly, Ragaire Magazine, Philippine Daily Inquirer, The Philippine Star, and Rappler.

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