Carla Halpin

The sun set in the #west…until it didn’t. We adapted; places renamed, new compasses issued. Then the world started to spin faster & faster. Who needs compasses when we’re all squatting in the desert, holding onto our belongings, listening to the the cities slide. #scifi #vss365

here to repay your kindness a garden willow Basho

Oh how she wished for this Just to wash the dishes And clean sheets And lie back quiet with the stars Having found her peace But this — Is more And as a fright quickened her blood just momentarily In the contrast she could see Within the #monotony Moments of joy #vss365

The blight became #monotonous Towns crumbling into haze Allegory and psychodrama are just the latest phase Little fields of wildflowers making silence pay #vss365 #monotonous #poetry

He has a spot for you on his wall, between the rocking horse missing a limb, and the necklace of love locks from the Pont des Arts. When you no longer fit the mood, when the #monotony of the world has bled you dry, there’s a place where all things fade. #vss365

There is an oasis in the desert of despair, the Librarian said. We are the oasis, with our books and music, and art, an oasis of humanity. #vss365 #oasis

It's a double rainbow! the Librarian cried. A good omen. And sun and rain, said the fox girl. Mystical signs, of hope, said the bobcat. #vss365 #mystical

no time for sleep moon viewing Basho

"I wanted a #brownie that would do housework at night, but the one who responded to my ad was the woodland kind." "What's the difference?" "He's growing a forest in my living room and rides around on small, wild animals in saddles." "I fail to see how that's a problem." #vss365

@divya_sabaa 🙏

@CarlaHalpin 👌👌👌

Despite the hushed tones, she’d heard. Their shadows flickered in the firelight like their serpent tongues. A #scintilla of something primal awoke. She sat unflinching, watching w the detached fascination of a decision made, as the fire grew until it raged out of control. #vss365

Had we but space and time, we could see the whole story unfolding, the Librarian said. How it all began, how it ends, how it begins again. #vss365 #space

@divya_sabaa 🙏

@CarlaHalpin Beautiful 👌👌

Walking the path of her #progenitor Into the desert Under the same constellation Wide open sky With dirty nails Alone she digs Alone she cries #vss365

In the #liminal hush, #progenitor stars release— codes bloom, veils unweave. #vss365

Moon phase for Jun 22 is Waning Crescent #moonphase #moon #lunar moonphas.es

@iamwitwicky Thank you, Vikas. 🙏

@CarlaHalpin Such quiet finality—melancholy wrapped in mist. The image lingers, tender and resigned, like the hush after laughter. Beautifully distilled. Let it be, indeed✨

A damp couch Under an old elm tree Soaking in the #liminal mist That hangs still & close It whispers the party is over What’s been done Is sleeping Let it be #vss365

the moon by the river is just sliver summer evening Issa

blood maiden. moon and fire conspire to find under breath water red and hot pink and hard sword and scabbard pulsing to be bare and brazen iris and ichor shadowed in the wind

@RitaKrugerWrite 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Outside the city gates, my bare feet trod on foreign paths. Wrestle through dry winter grass, brambles, and tumbleweeds. I stumble in #liminal places where others fear to tread. Inhale air that tastes of oak, wild flowers, sunshine, and mushrooms growing in somber shade. #vss365