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Purity The photographer came, knelt, clicked. Soon night fell. Reading Philosophy Every day I seem to weave a patterned piece from threads of mental effort, often beautiful. Every day I see the piece from yesterday has in the night unwoven, a little miracle. Layer, Fold, Sense, Welcome I spend my glowing time Eternal, or I die. Layer from near to far, layer from below to above, layer one shining moment, fold it in, into the density of today, the complexity, and of tomorrow, of life living and life lived. Sense the spreading essence of the gray and vital river, the gray, insistent rocks, the high green leaves, the sturdy thin grasses, the reflections, the intricacies, the silence, the strange available joy. Welcome the presence, the generosity of the Eternal. Shirley Glubka Note: “I spend my glowing time Eternal, or I die” is derived through erasure from "Night the Seventh" of William Blake’s The Four Zoas. Shirley Glubka is a retired psychotherapist, a poet, essayist, novelist, long-term TER enthusiast, and the author of thirteen books. Her latest collection is Feet upon the Verge: poems et cetera. She lives in Bucksport, Maine with her wife, Virginia Holmes. Danny Lewis is a retired entomologist and amateur photographer. He lives in Greenbelt, Maryland.
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April 2026
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