dogtrax

We are designed - you and I - for the possibility of romantic attraction

My protons and your electrons: our ions dance the dance of chemical reaction

for #mastoprompt

Fly, pigs, fly find the sky don't worry why the ground is passing you by - for you are a wondrous contraption build with levity to imagine soaring up high: so fly, pigs, fly

for #openwrite

You occupied an odd slot for an educational institution like ours

Smart, a maverick, a ponderer of horizontal moves, a questioner of nearly everything,

but you were one who never fit, residing as you did in turmoil, and I wonder if you found your place

and if I did enough to help you on your way to wherever your way has taken you

for #mastoprompt and #openwrite

Plug the patch

the data drips

Close the hatch

the door slips

open

for #mastoprompt

Listen friends,

Dream the day to wander off in, the solitude of forest

to play / to write about inspired wanderings unfolding in interesting ways with nooks and crannies:

the places where magic sings music

(a remix of an Open Write Pile Poem from earlier today, using a reductive word blackout method —original poem https://flic.kr/p/2onTMM5 )

I'm told I'm bent in broken notes

but all I did with ink and pen

was twist a bit on poetry's spokes

Between dark and light, the night fades; the horizon races into day

for Algot

Beware the mother bear - the one who wanders in spring in search of food, but rarely arrives there in the woods, alone; others are probably watching out for you

for #mastoprompt

-Listen - Friends who arrive when needed Songs to dream the day by Comfortable shoes to wander off in A path to follow into the solitude of forest Two dogs — one young and one old — to play with A best friend who's also my wife with whom to laugh with Poems that arrive to write about after many inspired wanderings Colleagues who support and push our collaborative teaching practice Three no longer young sons whose lives are unfolding in interesting ways Our house, with nooks and crannies filled to overflowing with shared stories Paying attention to the world as close as I can to hear the places where magic sings -Music -

for #openwrite

Let me sit a moment in this silence, reduced to the hum of a machine, at rest

It's bewildering, at best, this database, the way predictive text paints a poem with someone else's words

or maybe inked of our own, you never know - some scraps of writing past might now be nestled inside the box, boomeranged back with a prompt

But I won't even recognize myself, reduced to numbers and noise;

What's long gone gets gobbled up, and the future, still a pencil mark away

for #openwrite