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Caroline Wilkinson
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Writer, Poet & Scholar of Nineteenth-Century Novel. Words in Witness, 14 Hills, & NOVEL: A Forum on Fiction (she/her).

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November 12, with dog
A dog carrying in her maw a hallowed-out, tooth-marked pumpkin.
November 12, 2025 at 12:27 PM
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Night after full
The moon in between trees. The sky is silver with some clouds.
November 7, 2025 at 2:57 AM
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On the Calculation of Volume I, Solvej Balle, translated from the Danish by Barbara J. Haveland

New Directions, 2024
The cover of this novel, lime green with a circle of white over which some red appears as if spray painted. The other colors in the center, spray-painted circle are yellow and blue. He is waiting for me. My name is Tara Selter. I am sitting in the back room overlooking the garden and a woodpile. It is the eighteenth of November. Every night when I lie down to sleep in the bed in the guest room it is the eighteenth of November and every morning, when I wake up, it is the eighteenth of November. I no longer expect to wake up to the nineteenth of November and I no longer remember the seventeenth of November as if it were yesterday.
November 4, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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Happy Halloween
Children in costumes across the street under the moon.
October 31, 2025 at 9:53 PM
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From @eldiagram.bsky.social Eva Heisler, "HABITS (FOUR)"
A collage of text that reads: "Moments of Inertia Habit "A = area "y = distance "In vain we hope to be known by open and visible conservatories, when to be unknown was the means their continuation and obscurity their prote" The rest of the text cannot be transcribed; it buckles.
October 29, 2025 at 11:52 PM
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For the insomniacs, stars through the trees
The night sky with a near-leafless tree, the stars coming through its branches.
October 25, 2025 at 8:02 AM
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Rainbow
Rainbow ending into a tree and a house with a metal roof.
October 22, 2025 at 9:37 PM
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Snaps still blooming in Maine. 🌱

#bloomscrolling
A fuchsia snapdragon blooming.
October 21, 2025 at 11:34 AM
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Good night
A tree, part of its trunk illuminated, with reddish leaves in the night with stars above and some through the branches
October 18, 2025 at 1:42 AM
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Good morning
A tree with the early dawn sky behind it, apricot-colored, blue, and pale yellow.
October 15, 2025 at 11:08 AM
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Terrance Hayes
AMERICAN SONNET FOR MY PAST AND FUTURE ASSASSIN If you have never felt what is fluid In a woman run warm along your thighs And testicles, Mister Trumpet if you do not know The first man was in fact a woman whose clit Grew so swollen with longing it hung like a finger Pointing toward the lover stirring her meadows Mister Trumpet what the fuck do you know You are lonely because you could never unhitch Your mother's terrifying radiant woe I mean my mother here she the crazy bitch in me She the way I weep she the way I break she manly Trumpet I can't speak for you but men like me Who have never made love to a man will always be Somewhere in the folds of our longing ashamed of it
October 15, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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RIP Susan Griffin whose brilliant book, Chorus of Stones, touches upon the violence of censorship and silences.

“The troubling nature of censorship is clearer when it falls on the very young. A certain kind of silence, that which comes from holding back the truth, is abusive in itself to a child.”
The troubling nature of censorship is clearer when it falls on the very young. A certain kind of silence, that which comes from holding back the truth, is abusive in itself to a child. The soul has a natural movement toward knowledge, so that not to know can be to despair. In the paucity of explanation for a mood, a look, a gesture, the child takes on the blame, and carries thus a guilt for circumstances beyond childish influence.
October 12, 2025 at 11:27 PM
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Night pumpkin 🌱
An orange pumpkin on the vine in the night.
October 9, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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Super Moon
The full moon above a bare tree.
October 6, 2025 at 11:35 PM
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Cat seen this morning at the paint store. #caturday
An amber cat lying on a paint deck in front of varieties of red and brown paint samples.
October 4, 2025 at 3:45 PM
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Clouds
Blue sky with very small, regularly patterned clouds fanning out.
September 30, 2025 at 11:34 AM
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Afternoon walk
Tall fall trees with the sun at the top
September 29, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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Above, on a walk 🌱
Hydrangea blossoms, pink and white, high above with an intensely blue sky and two evergreen trees in the background.
September 28, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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Cloudy night
Bright turbulent-seeming clouds over the edge of a roof (on the left) and trees (on the right)
September 25, 2025 at 3:13 AM
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Stars
Black sky with stars.
September 22, 2025 at 1:12 AM
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RIP Robert Redford, a director who, in *Ordinary People*, made possible quietly powerful performances. Redford lets you witness the most intimate moments without a sense of voyeurism. Like only a few other great directors -- Carol Reed or Barry Jenkins or Sidney Lumet -- he let the actors speak.
A still from Ordinary People in which the mother played by Mary Tyler Moore looks at her son with quiet, respectable fright. Her son, meanwhile, played by Timothy Hutton, is explaining a thought he has come to while sitting in a suburban yard. The background speaks of North-Shore suburbia, the decay of fall well-managed.
September 16, 2025 at 12:37 PM
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Good morning
A sky over trees with orange clouds.
September 13, 2025 at 10:14 AM
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My comically “warty” jack-o-lantern volunteered to come back too. 🎃 🌱
September 10, 2025 at 12:19 PM
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Last night’s moon, which looked like the sun, this morning.
A golden, bright moon gleaned through an aperture in the trees.
September 5, 2025 at 11:12 AM
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Columbia County, NY
The waxing crescent moon over some trees.
September 3, 2025 at 12:00 AM