dogtrax

Chalk dust on pavement: the young boy arcs the line, then leaves the space before returning to ground with intention: the making of a question

For #mastoprompt

Waiting for sun but buffered by wind, she’s forever bent but never broken; the morning’s spoken as daylight sings

For #ethicalela

The last forgotten one withered, tethered to the hillside only by root and stone: Extinction happens alone

For #mastoprompt

Listen - They’ll tell lies to justify whatever they mean to do

What you and I must do to puncture the lies is to justify the truth

for #mastoprompt

Engineers and mathematicians each share a fascination with correlation

the product of intense imagination talking out some logical sense from the data flow

For #mastoprompt

To earn the grades, you need to learn the maze then you need to break your way through, day after day after day

for #mastoprompt

Circe Waits For Nobody

Circe shakes sand from inside the shack, wrestling the rugs with a frustrated snap, cackling songs with a maniacal laugh, but he’s not coming back

The Four Winds know but refused to say what pulls at the sky, what shifts it away, what shimmers the ground, day after day, while he refuses to stay

She scrubs every window in order to see linear lines dancing at the seams, sailing the waters of ancient dreams; And still, he takes leave

Circe sighs, sparks a fire for light, loosens the knots that held him tight, whispering spells to an enveloping night; gone to wind, like a kite

And so she is, pining for past, year after year, Circe waits, watching, for sails to appear but time has a way of deadening fear: Nobody’s presence, a ghost from tears

Sunlight, fade

as we fold night into hot summer's day

huddled, hidden beneath the forest for shade

for #mastoprompt

Long in tooth but short of nail

the political world flexes, but is sure to fail

for #mastoprompt

August tricks the leaves, thieves the trees of mystery: it's summer, not fall

for Algot