dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

'... the scrambled ballad, about my word' — from 'I Lost My Talk' by Rita Joe

It ain't the cat that got my tongue

It ain't the fact that I'm no longer young

It's your act that I can't quite talk

I've heard enough, now watch me walk

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1a8GRlBxT9Qv3ig41511_29EXRmt3NxPZA2T4T3UGdmo/edit#slide=id.gce1cc0fe92_0_6

Heafgang (a promise of home)

Alone, home seems some faint distant point on a spinning globe,

a remembered place, we suppose, untold to all but to ourselves,

where promise seems to lull us forth upon a returning road

Inspired by an exploration of the word in The Cabinet of Calm (Soothing Words for a Troubled World) by Paul Anthony Jones

Leaves have been sleeping the slumber of long winter; beneath, flowers bloom

for Algot

If a flower could hang in sorrow

If this flower could bloom tomorrow

If some flower escaped to burrow

it'd be beauty we'd see

not just petals and stems

but something closer to mystery

inspired by https://flic.kr/p/G8BC5s

“The fritillary (Fritillaria meleagris) is a plant of the lily family (Liliaceae). It is a very rare occurring bulbous plant in the wild in the Netherlands, which is protected by law. In Belgium, the plant is extinct in the wild. The flower has purple (sometimes white) checkered petals.” — Wilma HW61 (Flickr)

'We speak of how majestic it is, of the ocean power that gifts us songs'

— from Carrying Our Words by Ofelia Zepeda

This singer, lingers, on melody, a harmony of ghosts, wild dreams and slipstreams and currents as the pull of the moon moves among the notes of the final song sung between us

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1a8GRlBxT9Qv3ig41511_29EXRmt3NxPZA2T4T3UGdmo/edit#slide=id.gce1cc0fe92_0_0

Growlery (a space for bad moods)

Some words emerge fully formed, stormed from birth as they were from the tempest of bad moods, a snarl and a snake hidden in the open of oft used rooms

Inspired by an exploration of the word in The Cabinet of Calm (Soothing Words for a Troubled World) by Paul Anthony Jones

'Why am I not as they?' – from Lineage by Margaret Walker

If they'd talk, I'd listen, they'd say

you waste your time away

with words of wood and clay

I'd talk, they'd listen, I'd say

you bequeathed me passion,

a link a line a phrase

a poet works the day

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/17rFZaZq4ermFi8eRj8WnNRneHJGdJTXA2lGbXSkx3IM/edit#slide=id.gca9345e170_0_4

Escher never disappeared - he's still here, a slant of memory with an artist's eye, working inside this bee hive, wandering dusk and imagining daylight

Inspired by an image from John Johnston's Flickr Random Blender https://johnjohnston.info/oddsandends/flickrRandom/index_c.html

This is the world when we're not nearly looking —

all shadow and light, birch and pine

the short grass, shivering, in the aperture

of a white and black photograph

Inspired by “Native Woodland” flickr photo by spodzone https://flickr.com/photos/spodzone/50334309848 shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-ND) license

Gadwaddick (weary of work)

You can’t expect the very best without some rest and recharge

to make a break to take a breath: the calming mind, healing scars

Inspired by an exploration of the word in The Cabinet of Calm (Soothing Words for a Troubled World) by Paul Anthony Jones