“Do You Ever Feel Your Life Has Turned Into Something You Never Intended?”

Not Yet Civil Dawn, New Jersey, 2018-05-01 5:12 AM EDT

Red sky at morning. @mykukula

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

Fog, Crest Drive, South Mountain Reservation, Millburn, NJ, Dec. 2, 2012. (c) Sealanehill, 2012 (Originally posted to Facebook, 12/2/2012; thought lost in massive file transfer screwup; but disgorged again by FB; and since I still like this picture, shared with a new audience.)

First Sighting of the constellation Orion at the end of summer 2017, Maplewood, NJ, USA (40.7739d N, 74.2739dW), 5:20 AM EDT (10:20 hr UTC), 9/9/2017. Notebook sketch with Pigma graphic pen on paper, approx. 18.7 x 26.7 cm. Original sketch is black ink on white paper. The digital image here is color-inverted white on black.

Rotting from the Inside Out. Brandywine, MD, 9/2/2018.

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.

@soulreserve

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

Autumn rose, rainy Sunday, 11/05/2017

“The older I get, the more intense is my interest in the various ways and forms in which light appears in nature. I am amazed, I learn from that, and I am aware that it is the light of the sun that illuminates the buildings I envision. I hold spaces, materials, textures, colors, surfaces, and shapes up to the light of the sun; I capture this light, reflect it, filter it, screen it off; I thin it out to create a luster in the right spot. Light as an agent, I’m familiar with it. But when I really start thinking about it, I understand hardly anything.”

— Peter Zumthor, Thinking Architecture

Ma confiance dans la poésie est sans limite. Elle est seule capable de me consoler de l’horreur du monde.

Dany Laferrière

(via mignonne-allons-voir-si-la-rose)