Negative space

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The charms of my apartment
are negative. Doors deleted.
Absence of rubble.
Absence of trouble.
Wax books (hollow).
Shinto gate to nowhere.
Empty. Mysterious. Bare.

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Rachel McAlpine

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Spirituality is not

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Spirituality is not
a gift shop.
Not yodelling or mazes
or crystals or church.

A reluctant noun,
it would rather be
a private verb,
a silent move
like go or flow
or sting or stray
or love.

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Rachel McAlpine

Once upon a time

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Once upon a time there was
a once upon a time
and it lived in a cottage
with a mother and a father.

It was grabbed by an eagle
and married to a monster
and is living ever after
once upon a forest and a time.

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Rachel McAlpine

(Image from Rod and Gun, 1898 via Internet Archive Book Images)

The new bed

The new bed is like no bed.
You might be rolling
on that denim cloud
beyond the evening city.

You might be floating
in a forest of kelp
that swings and lolls
and lulls you enigmatic.

You might be anywhere
but in bed, and you wake
to morning light
when flickers of eternity have fled.

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Rachel McAlpine