Thinking: you're always so thoughtful - I ought to be full of love, and blessed with thankful, and I am
for #mastoprompt
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Thinking: you're always so thoughtful - I ought to be full of love, and blessed with thankful, and I am
for #mastoprompt
Even before pen hits paper, before lines are woven to take shape into story, the adventure begins: a map forms in the mind and the compass spins
for #mastoprompt
In a morning's moment of repose, the quiet space breathes, and then lets go
Tree cuts bark spills sap fills the rut
for #mastoprompt
How is it that this edge of lined paper is vacant of text, the next day's words yet to become clear as August disappears?
The classroom beckons ... and I reckon ... I'll grasp the hope that begins the new year ...
I want to reach reluctant writers and encourage reluctant readers, all of them, becoming text spelunkers, diving into stories every minute
I want summer sleepers to become the dreamers, imagining the world, a better place, because of all of us who are in it
Submitted for consideration: https://www.npr.org/2022/08/29/1119568322/back-to-school-first-day
Paper cuts, then blood, smudged poems sketched upon naked skin -
some of the most visceral ink of the world stains us nearly as soon as the writing begins
for #mastoprompt and tellio
At the juncture of stream and river, where cascade meets current, the eagle eyed the heron, and the heron eyed the osprey, and the osprey, the eagle, as we became conspicuous spies, afloat in bright green boats, until the standoff took to wing
A break in the seam; sketching a line between day and grey morning light
for Algot
Bass and trout jump - the smooth surface of water, shattered - beneath the bridge where currents flow as stories to the sea
for #mastoprompt