A mask

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In a personal
ground-level
crisis
a mask may descend.

Take it off.
Then attend
to a child
or a friend.

Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine

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Fortunately

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Fortunately
this experience gives you
the experience required
to survive
an experience
like this.

poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine

Bliss

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One night I shall despise him but this night
he is the great white tame hawk
perched beating at my teeth.

He is the scimitar I carry trembling
down the cliff of my sleep.

One day I shall be ashamed.
I shall speak.

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Rachel McAlpine

(Title is same as the title of a short story by Katherine Mansfield that inspired this poem.)