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

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

Rain drenched; We've spent time today watching the sky fall while wondering on the sun

a fibonacci poem for #openwrite

Fly, pigs, fly find the sky don't worry why the ground is passing you by - for you are a wondrous contraption build with levity to imagine soaring up high: so fly, pigs, fly

for #openwrite

You occupied an odd slot for an educational institution like ours

Smart, a maverick, a ponderer of horizontal moves, a questioner of nearly everything,

but you were one who never fit, residing as you did in turmoil, and I wonder if you found your place

and if I did enough to help you on your way to wherever your way has taken you

for #mastoprompt and #openwrite

-Listen - Friends who arrive when needed Songs to dream the day by Comfortable shoes to wander off in A path to follow into the solitude of forest Two dogs — one young and one old — to play with A best friend who's also my wife with whom to laugh with Poems that arrive to write about after many inspired wanderings Colleagues who support and push our collaborative teaching practice Three no longer young sons whose lives are unfolding in interesting ways Our house, with nooks and crannies filled to overflowing with shared stories Paying attention to the world as close as I can to hear the places where magic sings -Music -

for #openwrite

Let me sit a moment in this silence, reduced to the hum of a machine, at rest

It's bewildering, at best, this database, the way predictive text paints a poem with someone else's words

or maybe inked of our own, you never know - some scraps of writing past might now be nestled inside the box, boomeranged back with a prompt

But I won't even recognize myself, reduced to numbers and noise;

What's long gone gets gobbled up, and the future, still a pencil mark away

for #openwrite

Her name was Katie, with the last name of Killer, and I'm not kidding, either, and she wore leather pants like a young Joan Jett or Pinky Tuscadero, and I swear, oh, I was tongue tied whenever we sat next to each other in math class, and when she asked for some help, I'd yelp, until she turned away to talk to someone else

for #openwrite

There is indeed a note not named, singing in the hole between B and C

and while its place is neither flat nor sharp, its voice is borrowed - half step up, half step back -

we fall into the space where there seems a gap; the ear hears what the piano lacks

for #openwrite

Brittle Grass

This deep thirst I have goes beyond quenching, I'm yearning for the rains, the drenching of a sky, falling, for how can you not hear my quiet voice calling, this broken cry of dry Earth, a song for myself and the creatures, below

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