Salt


 
I adjust my route to enter a pharmacy and after a short spell of window-shopping buy arnica for my back: it is a break in routine and as I attempt to leave I am punished with a glass wall.

I pull out the tube I have just pocketed and apply it to my arm and leg, struck by the irony – for in looking to remedy one imbalance I have somehow created another, adding insult to injury and salt to old wounds.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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Yoga Nidra


 
                        clouds.
             the
       in
Up  

Away 
        with 
              the
                        fairies.

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Hiding in plain sight 


 
A child crashes into me on the pavement without batting an eye;
a bird passes so close, it touches the top of my head.
In my ignorance, I feel bliss.

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Falling Awake


 
I paddle my bed
into the still-existing bathroom
and stare at my face in the mirror.

The floor is an ocean.
The wall is a door.
The windows no longer exist.

In the frame
I see a woman dancing,
held captive to a thousand strings.

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Unexpected gifts


 
All around town,
balconies drip plant pot water
into the street –
forming puddles where,
for weeks,
we have had no rain.

Passing underneath,
I get caught on the head:
a blessing from the sky.
Which helps me later,
when I am blessed again:
only this time my benefactor can fly. 

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Agápe

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Shhhhhh little bird,
don’t say a word;
the sun has risen
and the black bird is awake.

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Romantic notions

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In summer my hair has
only one style: back.
And if it weren’t for winter,
I’d chop it off entirely.

That, twinned with the fact that
every time I mention it
my boyfriend pulls a face,
strong enough to put me off.

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