Décollage-retrouvé Près La Place De La Bastille, à Paris, 9 Mars 2018. (Found-decollage Near The

“Gudinne Dans (Goddess Dancing).” Digital collage with Procreate. Photo of dancer Charlotte Landreau Graham by NYC Dance Project, (c) Ken Browar and Deborah Ory (https://www.instagram.com/p/B7L0GvUBJ7a/?igshid=1w6bzuun529xx). Sat., 3/28/2020.

Quiet streets, New Year’s morning 2018, Maplewood, NJ.

Sheets of tulle drift down

Beneath bright sky, wind shivers branches

New snow cascades free

(c) Sealanehill, 2017

Although @soulreserve has given me a bit of credit for this work, I regard myself as nothing more than her first audience. She captures Pilbara in my mind's eye most beautifully.

Songs of the Red Earth Elders

hear the voices rise in unison, even as the parched red earth sings, its dust shimmers on passing travellers;

the sun wildfire-like breaks into dawn, here are trees drawn, crowded along the banks of the sole muddy river, that crawls, cacophonous with the notes these men serenade;

striking wood: the gold of the prospectors ships of intruders visions of the future eroding peace, these frantic beating drums and ancient rhythms, encapsulate meaning into story story into lore lore into pure sensation;

the unbroken blue skies of the Pilbara, an umbrella under which salt is made, sweat is broken and blood is dyed, these textures are found embellished in summer hearts, that hum and console, a promise to the rugged land spread far beyond the eye.

© SoulReserve 2017 & © SeaLaneHill  (9/4/2017)

[Writing this poem was an experience for two reasons: One, that I recently heard the ‘tjaabi’, or song-making and singing of dream visions by the traditional custodians of the Pilbara land. The Aboriginal Elder who narrated the story behind the songs ensured that we were all transported to a time and place, and that we felt the red earth, the sole muddy river, the crowded trees and the blazing sun upon our skins. The exploitation of the aboriginal people, although not a prominent theme, is felt too through the songs and I have tried to incorporate some aspects. Two, I collaborated with @sealanehill who inspired me to delve deeper into the words, strengthen the constructs of this poem and build something that to me is of lasting value. He titled the poem - ‘Soulsongs of the Red Earth Elders’. But, since I believe I overuse the word - soul, I took the liberty to omit it, (sorry Chris!) and keep the title 'Songs of the Red Earth Elders’. I share the credits for this piece with him, of course.]

Welcome to Disneyland!

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.)

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

A young Monica Bellucci as Stella Maris, Our Lady of the Sea.

This map fascinates me. I would love to understand the algorithms by which it is constructed.

France if its 14 regions had about the same population.

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.

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