Poetry by Kristine Ong Muslim

This cold has taught me
about the nature of souls.

Although I have known
a long time ago that the body
is meant to be a sieve for
the soul fermenting inside,

I am still surprised by the fog
of breath coming out of my mouth.
So dense. It seems that I am not the only one
who is exhaling in this frozen yard.

*This poem first appeared in Fine Lines, Jan 2008

kristine-ong-muslimKristine Ong Muslim has been published in numerous publications worldwide, including A cappella Zoo, Beeswax Magazine, GlassFire Magazine, Grasslimb, Narrative Magazine, Pank, The Pedestal Magazine, and Southword. She has been nominated five times for the Pushcart Prize and twice for the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s Rhysling Award.

1 comment for “December

  1. February 12, 2010 at 4:29 pm

    love this, especially that last stanza and the line break from the first line to the second contained there 🙂

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