A place to gather words before they get lost.
The narrative arc of the story of this land gets told in transaction -
the Abstract of title of people who've purchased pieces of this property over the years -
we read it together, tonight, you and I, tracing moments of prosperity and poverty, of long leases and quick sells, as the land sleeps its way through another generation,
patient, as always, but rarely forgiving
inspired by NWP Write Across America, Iowa
A flutter finds us walking through a shifting crowd of sparrows, swerving
Tonight's gone hazy; In the fog, Summer meets Fall and rests for a spell
Autumn dusk arrives in a cloak of near darkness, buttoned up beneath
Hide with me, inside the wide deciduous tree, beneath Willow leaves
Last night's rainstorm drops from leaf to ground this morning - respite for flowers
for Algot
Bundle yourself up on this chilly summer night, with Autumn coming
Of links gone rogue — Wendy T.
Some things fall silent, quiet, as they splinter apart
Our maps no longer function as they once did,
some lines now barely navigable, from here to nowhere
We orientate ourselves to each other, then, lights in a constellation
— from a comment thread via https://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2024/09/05/archiving-the-netnarr-alchemy-lab/
Little brittle bones -
Autumn's stone fingers dissolving into dust:
Veins, dry from frigid nights; Stems, jagged as a knife; Skin, translucent in the light
Next year's leaves believe, in faith, through and through
how dirt caresses seeds as Ancients join the new
Come, hover, over the young girl's outstretched fingers; Dragonfly, linger