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I don’t know what community the owners of Tumblr think they’re protecting, but mine does not exclude erotica (AKA « adult content »). This change is yet more evidence that the owners of this and other platforms are in fact publishers and should be held to account for their content. (I’m looking at you, Facebook.)

Dawn soon: star, half moon

Pebbledash dew glazes parked cars

First dog walk, new day.

7/14/2017, but appropriate this cool and dew-touched morning, 9/8/2017, as well.

The monoprint class at the Visual Arts Center of New Jersey in Summit, NJ, that I’ve been attending since January is having an exhibit this summer. I’ve narrowed my selection to ten prints, and I can choose up to two. Decisions, decisions.

Lunar Eclipse, January 31, 2018

7 AM EST / 8 PM AWST

Your setting sun Is rising for me. My setting Moon Is rising for you. In the cold morning, I… In the warm evening, you…      Set out to watch      Our belovèd orb      Cross Earth’s shadow.

Climbing the highest Place I can reach Near home (The metal stands Of the local sports field), I catch but a Glimpse Of shadow —Like eyeliner— On the upper limb, Before the Moon Is tangled in bare Winter branches As it drops behind First Watchung Mountain.

You, meanwhile, Are by the lake, Watching the Moon Rise from the Western Desert, A picnic set out, And the crowded sounds Of a busy summer night All around. You’ll see the whole show, As the Moon turns From buttery disc To ashy cinder To glowing coal And back again.

Your sky isn’t my sky, Nor is my earth yours. Yet we are linked, Sharing Sun, Sharing Moon, Sharing words. Half a world apart, Linked As friends.

© Sealanehill 2018

@soulreserve

Sheets of tulle drift down

Beneath bright sky, wind shivers branches

New snow cascades free

(c) Sealanehill, 2017

earth and moon

you and me earth and moon

and our melting sky so full of shadows

aflame we’ll meet again quietly like this

let the world wonder our longing

we’ll tiptoe a little closer and kiss.

© SoulReserve 2018

@soulreserve <3

Tidal flat in evening sun, Advocate Harbor, NS, Canada, 7/13/2018.

Autumn light on abutment wall. Maplewood, NJ, 11/11/2017.

“Why I Wake Early,” by Jane Hirshfield

I wake early, make two cups of coffee, drink one, think, go back to sleep, wake again, think, drink the other.

To start a day over is a card game played for no money, a ripe tomato, a swimming cat.

Time here: lukewarm, with milk and sugar, big and unset as a table.

I wake twice.

Twice the window unbroken, transparent.

​Twice the cat’s nose and ears above water.

Twice the war (my war) is distant, its children’s children are distant.