Notices by dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social), page 12

“... but I dream of the internet, of keyboard search phrases that make complete sense in the dream, are the key to the dream’s meaning, but which make no sense in the morning, like all the dreams I have ever had.”

-- from There There by Tommy Orange, page 63

#smallquotes

Some poems
slip inside the
mirror:
reflecting back
on the poet's eyes
in ways
we never
quite understand.
We see
only what
we want
to see.

---

.see to
want we
what only
see We
.understand quite
never we
ways in
eyes s'poet the on
back reflecting
:mirror
the inside slip
poems Some

#smallpoems (in reverse) This was a daily writing activity for another networks -- #DS106

@nuhn good luck!

@kingnewbs True, that. Been there, before, too. Knowing is good. Unable to reach? Not so much. There it goes again.
:)

The ceiling fire alarm in the garage is telling me it's time to change the battery. Unfortunately, I don't own a ladder high enough to reach it. My neighbor does, but I'm sure he won't be up for hours yet. Every few minutes, the alarm gives off yet another insistent beep (it surely has been doing that all night). Each time I hear it, I think about other ways to reach the alarm to replace the battery. None of which will work. I know this fact but my brain refuses to stop wondering. #smallstories

When in a writer's house

I look for lost words
scribbled in the nooks
of walls
I search for abandoned poems
tucked into holes
of rooms
I ponder upon pens
and nibs and ink
and paper

for I am certain
of what must be
left behind

Edith Wharton's home, though,
seems scrubbed clean
by historians
and restoration experts
alike,

all paint and sculpture and shine

just another fancy home on the hill
with not a written word
to be found.

#smallpoems

@remulacfrommars kids

@shoutcacophony Oh. My mistake. Well, thank you for sharing and for connecting.

Inside the hollowed-out
trunk of tree,
she huddled, standing
right in the very spot
where rings had been;
its story, indecipherable
by time and weather:

a small girl,
made even younger
by comparison,
worries about
spiders she can't quite
see.

#smallpoems

@Linuxtjej
:)

@tellio We had window wells in the apartment complex where I grew up in CT and I remember a few salamanders there, too. In the next town over from me now, they built a "salamander crossing" under the road so that during the wet season, the creatures could be protected as they wandered habitats. A local band - Salamander Crossing -- took on the name and was quite popular here for years -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjZz01TS0kM #smallstories response