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we're not kids anymore.

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Angela Carter, from The Collected Stories; "The Lady of the House of Love,"
ink and crayon drawing of a rainbow trout (2023)
Rothirsch - red deer - Cervus elaphus by Olaf Kerber Website | Instagram | Facebook
Woodland by Nick Green
Keisuke Ito: Lepidoptera (1855)
Phases of the moon & their meanings
🌑New Moon (new beginnings)- it’s time for a clean slate, start to gather your thoughts and plan.
🌒Waxing Crescent Moon (set intentions)- send your hopes and desires into the world.
🌓 First Quarter Moon (take action)- when you face obstacles, do not waver. It’s a time for pushing forward.
🌔 Waxing Gibbous Moon (refine and hone)- observe and align your hopes with the universe. Momentum is building.
🌕 Full Moon (harvest endeavors)- a time to harvest the intentions and wishes of the past moons.
🌖 Waning Gibbous Moon (introspect)- turn inwards, think about your goals and be grateful.
🌗 Third Quarter Moon (release and let go)- let go of the habits that bind you and do you harm.
🌘 Waning Crescent Moon (surrender)- recuperate and rest. It’s okay to feel empty sometimes.
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Flower-shop, Brussels, designed by Paul Hankar, XIX century.
heart broken.
sometimes pain is the lesson
sharp teeth in fragile skin
a whispering
remember me?
the one who burns?
right down to the bones
I have already made soap with
the ashes of her
my daughter self so shiny
in the dew of spring
hands like pink tulips
clasped across her breast
I am the urn of her joy
bronze armor braced
against the jaws of night
empty and
aching
“You wish to have proof of A world beyond this one? See how the old leaves fall and Makes room for the new. A new day, a new night, a new garden, Even a new trap to fall into. A new thought in each breath. Newness is a wonder. It surely is a treasure. Did you ever wonder Where the new comes from? Where the old disappear to? The world is a flowing stream, It looks enclosed and unchanging, But the old flows away and The new arrives.”
— Rumi
Splice
I find hollow screams of the sea caught inside their shells, the sandy shore awakened, pale and white to the dying, fighting light of the twilight sun that sinks, splits the world into two tearing circles. stars that prick pins and needles into my skin. and, time that slinks into unending grief, that comes wave after trembling wave. that never lets me forget, a piece is missing from inside me since you left.
© SoulReserve 2022
I held your hand, as a narrative
To our fairytale love, I thought
Alas, we turned out to be
A free verse, poorly written
Mundane in spirits, scribbled
As a doodle on the back
Of a notepad, errors of the
Manner, lacking crisp grammar
We turned out to be the
Leisure of a nocturnal poet...............
*you could be my muse or words misused*
everytimeyousaygoodbye ©