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
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
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
Some can only sing in a choir.
Some can only sing solo.
Some know when to join the crowd
and when they need to follow.
Some have a Yea-Lord back-up choir
they cannot see or swallow.
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Rachel McAlpine
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 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
Early morning monochrome.
A white teapot
a blackbird
and the news on paper.
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Rachel McAlpine
Put a bit of metadata
in a little metatag.
Then the automatic tagger
puts your bit of metadata
in a better metatag.
Metatagger, metadater
metabigger, metabag
metadagger, metabragger
metabugger, metanag.
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Rachel McAlpine
Talk English, techie.
I just drive this thing.
Name your home,
but do not name it ‘Home.’
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Rachel McAlpine
(With apologies to all the brilliant technical professionals who have helped me over the years.)
O total Untitled,
would I had time.
O tragic Untitled,
you won’t make a dime.
O tacky Untitled,
why underline
your bright blue crime?
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Rachel McAlpine