dogtrax

a sound a word a line a phrase

a poem

a jolt to the system; a slow unfold

for #mastoprompt

Arranging a day as a game Moving pieces – it's never the same with a roll of the die the time will fly and in the morning, we'll start up again

for #ds106 and #mastoprompt

Software singers and hardware heads

thread code and wires to discover

the sweet spot of something

where nothing once was,

and where nothing once was,

comes something new, instead

for #mastoprompt

Solidarity sings its own song of rhythm

collective voices bringing us in

for #mastoprompt

Maybe in the mud of spring's rains, the world changes into something new

for Algot

Trace your fingers along my skin, to make a map, and then begin to find the song we might sing

for #mastoprompt

On this morning, I pay attention to the rain -

the way these words fall to Earth

and return once again.

In a moment of pause and repose,

we remember the way, when

poems connect us even as time comes to a close

for #verselove

A small seed settled in soil brings only a vague promise, requiring patience, that might yet deliver a moment of beauty, in time

for #mastoprompt

We live our lives in a rough draft — Scott McCloskey

Mere minutes upon leaving the meeting

I regretted the words I failed to say;

it was turning into that kind of day

for #verselove

Morning sipping Chico out of a mug

coffee beans inside seem to wake me up

I'm remembering now the creative bent

of fellow writing teachers and how tech we went

for #verselove and the National Writing Project Tech Matters