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It is a good day when I see you,
powder-red bloom
on a floating branch.
Or hear you, sliding your one note

barbershop style.
You are always a distance
from me–I try

to get close.
When the sun has hardly risen,
I step quietly
through the woods,

find your shape. Say
to myself: hide,

desire. Yours are not the kind
of hands

to catch this kind of bird.

Bird in the Head by Ailish Hopper

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“I have faltered in my appointed duty.
It is a small sacrilege, a minor heresy.

[…]

To whom is their offering rendered,
and from whom derived,

these fallen things

[…]

its fragrance is a tendril
connecting my mind to the rain,

a root, a tap, a tether.

Campbell McGrath, Late Spring.


“There are no ghosts, but up here”—she gestured toward her head—“it’s a haunted house.” (GZ)


Cuckoo Is in the Nest by Daniel Pemberton, Amsterdam.

I ordered my heart to be patient

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Bolster our psychological immune system (via theguardian) : position our perspective in a neutral zone rather than see through a negative bias; try to be in present moment; aim for the meaningful and purposeful; accept how, where/when, and what we are while we are in as we experience difficulties in life.


“… And I ordered my heart to be patient: Be neutral as if you were not of me!” – (Mahmoud Darwish)