Rose Hips, Snow, 3/21/2018

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

A blue moon is a rare orb.

I prefer mine common and mellow.

And in such light,

I would take You,

Darling,

Slow... and... easy...

Lest our sudden, mutual combustion

Leave nothing

But nameless black Cinder.

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nameless moon

name this nameless moon this sapphire blotch in our starlit sky, take it and sink it in inky blue desire, pluck its supple flowers with pale translucent lips and suck their sweet nectar of love, lay me down on its crescent hills seeped in shimmering moondust and name me too. call me darling, call me love. wild and windblown I’ll camp down on this earth near you, so close to you I will see you move and cloud me gently devour me take over everything that is mine and then, as you outshine us both - me and this dreamy nameless moon, I’ll ache for you in afterglow.

© SoulReserve 2019

I catch your scent,

Am breathless.

I hear you whisper,

Am speechless.

I dream of you,

Am defenseless.

Come morning,

I am bereft.

I cannot hold you.

@soulreserve

dreams full

I’ve held on to you

In fists-full

In breaths-full

In dreams-full

© SoulReserve 2018

Sheets of tulle drift down

Beneath bright sky, wind shivers branches

New snow cascades free

(c) Sealanehill, 2017

Early winter snow on branches of a Japanese maple. 12/10/2017, Maplewood, NJ.

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Parvati

I see her from afar, Sitting alone in the early day, Tracing gossamer thoughts And hearing the whispers Of her heart. Her muse is the One Who is not there, The One who is Inaccessible, Yet whose presence Is so real that He stirs the deepest passion Of her womanly soul. Thoughts shape images, Murmurs, words And she sings Of smoke and fire, Incandescent and all-consuming, Of drink so concentrated One sip intoxicates. I listen, taken by her music Toward her heart’s Center, Hoping for invisibility, That my presence not Disturb her muse, Hoping to be unseen By her consort, Shiva, Should he return While she is in her Bliss. ©sealanehill, 2017 For @soulreserve

Fabulous book art!

Rembrandt Book Bracelet wins the 2015 Rijksmuseum Studio Award. 

I can see that the whole life could be on your wrist.

By Lyske Gais and Lia Duinker.

“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.

Digital collage: five variations.