The wooden flats of the old backyard fence separated the Sarge from me, yet we'd find time over uneven paneled lines to chat about the world, the neighborhood, families and friends, and right until nearly the end, I'd quietly venerate him, the Korean War vet with a quiet demeanor and a kind word when it seemed it might be most needed
in memory of D.L. for #mastoprompt
Winter's barren promise:
a life, sleeping dormant,
waits patient for the arrival
of Spring
for #mastoprompt
Wired crossings create the hub,
feeding tension in the places
where ideas chafe, and rub
for #mastoprompt
A blue note A bent note A glissando pressed against the stage, a cat stalking the curtained cage
An embellishment An accomplishment A soloist in the spotlight, playing their way into an astonishment at midnight
A soft light A lost night An audience who raved, then went their way, jazz clocks rhythming into moonlight
for #mastoprompt
Repose: a quiet moment in the lee of a bending pine tree, as a westward wind sings a song of solitude
for #mastoprompt
Every platform program has a plan now for a plus-this or a plus-that
for a few extra dollars, a deluxe experience, promised to be had
Which makes us all mad, and a bit sad, since all we want is a story we can fall in
Not an advertising blitz that feels a bit like a brawl in which we've been stuck in
for #mastoprompt
Hidden in holes where tangled vines grow among the stones, the fox den thrives, small tails disappearing as we wander our way past the place they've made their home
for #mastoprompt
Dance, writers, dance, on the tiptoes of your words
lean into the liminal space where stories are poems are plays are art
where every voice inside every word grabs a chance to be heard
for #mastoprompt
We hold hands, human with wondrous intentions, gazing at blue skies
for #mastoprompt and #575prompt