dogtrax

There's oscillation of nighttime air inside here; pure rhythmic movement

for Algot

A soft container of feathers and fluff -

the stuff of dreams

Enough to keep these thoughts at bay:

Now, perchance, to sleep

for #mastoprompt

Dawn's arriving - night turning knobs on the lights of day - as I write you here, in delightful limbo, wandering in ink, gathering words I've not yet found ways to say

for #mastoprompt

Sound bleeds through the magnetic reel of a banged-up four-track tape machine

We were too busy pushing buttons on a song to worry about audio spills, in-between

Rewinding the cassette, remixing all the levels lost for hours inside the labyrinthine

for #mastoprompt

At the heart of avocado, mango, mangosteen, lychee, cocoa, or the rubber tree - the recalcitrant pip refuses to be coaxed into saving, behaving instead in opposition to the orthodox seed

for #mastoprompt

(with information help from Wikipedia)

On Hobbomock (The Sleeping Giant)

The stone giant sleeps in different time, a way in which hourglasses tick with shooting stars

We scale the farthest side of his neck, grabbing stone with fingers, thick, imagining Hobbomock’s toes

We catch our breath here, in quiet, linger on his nose, the stone castle obscured by tree stubble

These rubbled ridges of trap rock formed more than a millennia before, in origins infused with myth

of a ferocious force of heart and fist whose anger stamped this land, then paid the price

for Keiton the mighty arrived, alone, sending Hobbomock into slumber, on this volcanic mattress of stone

for #writeacrossamerica

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lboxxdrNY2k

Why'd I ever said yes, is anyone's guess, but there I was, sax in hand, a teenager on stage, more than a little afraid, joining a Portuguese wedding band

for #openwrite

Before the coffee, my writing brain, it barely even functions

I'm like a train stalled on Schoolhouse Rock, without the sung conjunctions

for #mastoprompt

the bend's where we spent our summer days, the soft elbow in the little river and wooded pines providing us a place for us to play, the holler of our families calling us to dinner just beyond an ear-shot away

for #openwrite

Juggling ideas before the rise of sun

the day today has not yet begun;

a premature awakening

for #mastoprompt