If you are looking for a way to honor MLK day, read this post from a man who has dedicated his adult life to working with and for Chicago youth: https://goo.gl/Rkdm6f
I annotated his post so you can join me in the margins here: https://hyp.is/go?url=http%3A%2F%2Ftutormentor.blogspot.com%2F2019%2F01%2Fhow-ill-honor-ml-king-jr-holiday.html #clmooc #MoDigiWri
The dogs went out into the snowy frozen night chasing a blood moon. The look on their faces when I let them in hours later told me they had not succeeded, but something electric about their fur tells me the found something else almost as good.
Our kitty, Mamacita, sits underneath a powerful overhead LED light most mornings, noticing the very dark shadows of her own body. Then she begins the chase, a joyous pursuit of her shadow self. How simple and focused and un-self-conscious she is, gyring round and round! She stops and looks at me. Grinning. This is the same very pregnant, semi-feral cat who years before walked through our cat flap, over to the kitchen counter, and jumped up next to me. Grinning. Fearless. #smallstories
Astonishing! Here, then gone. The mighty Chataqua died within one year. https://hyp.is/886_nhmyEemC4HeFoChAQA/jarche.com/2018/12/nine-shifts-one-is-critical/ #annotated
Take a Walk on the Wild Side - Terry Elliott's Nuzzel Newsletter on Wed, Jan 16 2019 https://nuzzel.com/telliowkuwp/2019/01/16?utm_campaign=newsletter_subscription&utm_medium=email&utm_source=nuzzel #modigiwri #netnarr #clmooc
Garden Catalog Field Walk
new for this year,
how much row
you can sow,
Last call and then a drink, I thought. My knuckles paused over the screen door. I had caught sight of the space on the porch where an empty mat had been. Now it was an empty rectangle framed by dirt. An unwelcome mat. Then I noticed a dark smear on the screen door glass. #smallstories
Dictionaries, Like Canaries in the Coal Mine
I prefer to look
for words I don’t know
in the pith and spine of a dead tree:
the riff of pages
the algorithm of alphabet
the sniff of glue and dark ink.
I prefer these analog assaults
to my senses,
Prefer them to the frictionless
My fine young tomcat,Silver, rolls over and over on my desk where I want to read. He is saying, "Read me. Read me." He is giving me something. Oh.His paws are wet. He's been outside in the snow. He's letting me know. He was the one who left paw prints here yesterday. What other messages of his have I missed? #SmallStories
@tellio I love most about this poem, this: "We need to know / where these lines are / so that we can cross them, /" ... Perfect.
Thank you. My oldest daughter and I are at a threshold, a jolting change that is both difficult and exciting and, yes, "dangerous." And unknown. Thank you so much for this poem.
And the photo is a literal "sprout" from your poem. :)
For Wendy's Tale
I am not ready.
I can't handle the true.
I ain't no ant nor grasshopper neither.
Ain't no accounting for what can be counted.
Learning is that river you can only walk in once,
Learning is configured in the past,
But it's not a clockwork.
Learning is chaotic,
A bag of mushroom spawn unfurled
And way out of fashion.
Count on it.
#SmallPoems responding to @wentale from here: http://wentalearn.blogspot.com/2019/01/learning-journey.html
Frames on fault lines.
We need to know
where these lines are
so that we can cross them,
But the way to see them
is to unpack
the line from steam to rain to ice
in all its dangerous,
edgy and in the hedgerows,
alive and flickering in the periphery
like a zoetrope.
To hell with algorithms.
I don't want algorithms.
They are anti-stories.
I want imagination
Rooted in fact.
That's the story I need.
The front page story was bad enough. A house fire. One dead. It was made worse when we realized we knew the man. He was in our church and sang with my wife in the choir. An older man. Widow. Sweet and quiet. The newspaper article explained how he worked for 30 years for the city, drawing up by hand intricate maps of the underground water systems. He must have seen the world different, with the ground we walk upon as the mere top of the visible world. Some #smallstories we learn only afterwards.
Father, husband, shepherd, bird on a wire, concierge. (LAL 1.3)
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