dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

Every time he tunes, the blackbird's singing, taking his guitar in flight

the cupboard is bare

bracing for effect: dangerous

cutting and cutting and cutting

found poem from the front page of the Daily Hampshire Gazette

Just a bit of wind dancing on the ocean's edge; a heron in flight

Deep in ground, rooted, the carrot bides its time, waiting for an orange shine

In the shadow time as the sun begins to rust, we settle in; dusk

Wander in the woods, where serene and beautiful greet you in silence

A quiet Violet, rarely announcing itself, at the woodland edge

On a pilgrimage to a mecca of music: that New Orleans sound

It begins, within - a fracturing, spreading quick, the thin ice of thoughts

A friend, reaching out, like mycorrhizal networks; supporting, unseen