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Idō _ Movement
artwork by Athiba Balasubramanian
Striving for balance in these uncertain times with a 3rd invisible element that seems to be teaching us a lesson on priorities, life, and nature.
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Leona
The Choir
poem by Leona Malcom
I took refuge from the garden
Sought silence, to be free
Yet my throat
It seemed
Had other tasks;
To sob
To gasp
To wrack me with laughs
At my core there is endless,
Bloody birdsong
Leona Malcolm is a writer of poetry and fiction, with an interest in trauma, recovery, and connection. Born and raised in the north of England, she's now based in London.
Find her on twitter @leonalobster.
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