Notices by dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social), page 10

@Shufei

This ---->

Forget ourselves
And feed the bracken ponds
With our small follies

Love that.

It was a near perfect view of the moon. Clouds of the night, like soft horizontal lines drawn by an artist in the sky, cutting the silver light into pieces. It was much the pitch-black backdrop as it was the brightness of the lunar object -- the way light sits upon dark, the way dark caresses light lovingly in its hands. Our eyes drink it in, if we attend to the moment. Long after I lost the moon to trees, buildings and plans, still it shone in my mind, waiting to be written. #smallstories

The young writer
empties his pockets,
folds his family up
into the worn-out pages of
the spiral-bound notebook
and closes the cover -
another story without
a known ending

#smallpoems

(some of my students carry such a heavy weight, every day)

“Their gazes and words
are heavy with all the things
they want you to be.”

-- from The Poet X, by Elizabeth Acevedo, page 21

#smallquotes

My wife was chatting to my son.
"Oooh. Look. A deer!"
A deer bounded through our lawn, bolted over the road and slowed to a trot in the neighbor's yard.
Wildlife is not uncommon here. Construction has encroached on the habitats of many animals.
We gathered at the window to watch.
"Oooh. Look. A baby."
A fawn came out of hiding from a wooded area. It nuzzled against the larger deer.
"It's nursing!"
Sure enough, the baby was nursing as the doe kept her head alert, watchful.
Us, too.
#smallstories

Revel
in the quiet:
broken parts
of a noisy
room

#smallpoems

@natecull Listening .. the eyeball is distracting me .. nice groove

“His gods were already waiting for him when he arrived … they were there. They were waiting.”

-- from American Gods (graphic novel version), by Neil Gaiman, P. Craig Russell and Scott Hampton (no page numbers)

#smallquotes

More #smallstories from the classroom meeting space:

* Boy1 tells us his house is on well water, not town water. "And sometimes, the well stops working," he says, and it has. Luckily, his grandparents live next door, so "we have a bunch of garden hoses going from their house to our house. They look like giant snakes."

* Each day, Boy2 updates us on the comic he is making at home, for a classmate, based on her morning story. He's on page three of a tale that involves cheese and a supermarket.

@btcprox @awhaleslantern Rabbit Hole is where we're at #MusicCollab

@awhaleslantern This one is completely different from those other two, I would say ..

I am trying
to remember
my poems
for my poems
won't remember
me

#smallpoems

@Algot @jo me too

@awhaleslantern We're getting there, too ... some final mixing and tweaking of sound ... #MusicCollab

@Downes Listening, and then asking focused questions afterwards ... this is a quick share to give everyone an opportunity to share with our class community, if they want.

“I didn’t think I was as bad as them. But then, the most compelling villains always think they are the heroes.”

-- from Vacationland (True Stories from Painful Beaches) by John Hodgman, page 161

#smallquotes

@jo

In the cold, where
light appears, where
hope rises, where
possibility beckons:
I am warmed
by the words
as kindling for
our fire.

#smallpoems response

@reto

I'm
glad
too

@tim Stories as sources of healing ... yes ... I know @katebowles has long explored this idea ...