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BACK WHEN WE WERE TALKING

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My mother once told me –
back when we were talking,
which we did in those days
but haven’t done for a while now –
never to poop in your own backyard.

Which I obviously then did –
because: why not?
And besides…
I immediately then got scooped up
and placed in another garden:
greener, lusher and more verdant;
set free to roam as I pleased, and it pleased me a lot –
so no harm ever came of it.

And as for the poop…
well, the poop got left exactly where it was,
at the foot of a tree next to a wheelbarrow full of leaves
and a radiator ripe with rust,
set free to wither and shrink
growing old benignly.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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Puddles

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Puddles shine, like enchanted mirrors,
delivering coded messages from God.

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All of a… (flutter)

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There are gulls in the city
blown in from the sea,
where the boats leap and dance
like the inside of me.

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Waking up

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1.
In summer, the green comes fast –
an eruption of colour,

– a bit like the heat,
which moves from 20 to 30
in a matter of days.

2.
Slowly, I adapt…
releasing, shedding and purging;

letting go of long-held emotions,
metaphorical handcuffs,
and sharp-edged things.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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Step by step

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Self love is a life long journey,
and some days
I’m not very good at it.

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After a couple of days of torrential rain…

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Jan made a trip down to Coffs Harbour
yesterday to see her accountant.

So we caught up for a coffee and dog walk
where the ocean and the creek meet.

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Rapunzel

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From my vantage point
I survey the landscape.

A dog goads a child
and a man takes out the rubbish.

The sun dips
and the air bites.

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Cold, dead and dark.

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I sew with limited visibility, trusting that my thread will be led the old-fashioned way by the abundance of natural flame dancing before me in an old jar, long shadows flickering across the table’s surface like spiders legs and winter branches or ageing crone feet.

Icy; cold: it makes for poor physical company, channelling chills into my palms and fingers, up my arms and into my head and neck each time I let my limbs connect. Like my mother with her carefully painted face and colour-coded outfits: it’s all for show. Behind the veil, inside, it’s a different story: cold, dead and dark.

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Rabbit Holes

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Uncanny
how a minor deviation
expands,

the desire to find a link
check a word
confirm a phrase

s t r e t c h i n g
until it becomes a map-less journey
of useless escapades.

by Rebeca L. Atherton


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SAD / sad /

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1. Sad: a word, a whisper, my body throwing out distant echoes from within.
2. Sad: a baby crying, a lonely heart, an abandoned daughter.
3. Sad: a despondent mind and spirit, a thing of little worth; a dull, somber colour.
4. S.A.D: a mental disorder; depressive episodes during certain times of the year.

Feelings, thoughts, emotions…
All individual, independent, truth.

Another line.
Another journey.
More fabric touched.

by Rebeca L. Atherton


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