Notices by Tellio (tellio@mastodon.social), page 6

@dogtrax You probably saw the faerie hunt in all its dusky glory.

My wife blurts out on waking,
"It smells like spring!"
I invoke Admiral Ackbar's epiphany, "It's a trap!
It's a trap!"
She responds,
"Too late.
Too late."
Far too late.

#smallpoems #smallstories

@lauraritchie @dogtrax @testingwithfire Not to worry. Just a lesson for the poor dumb boy.

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

@Anna Constraints. Workarounds. Discovering your blind spots. It's all good even if a pain in the ass. This too shall pass.

@wordsmith Take it. Run with it. Would love to read how you spin it out.

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.

#smallstories

@dogtrax A risky re-mix, ideas harmed in their reproduction.

Four Poems in One: A FieldWalk
1.
I am the seed.
You live in me
offseason, a banked fire
of directions, a happy script.
2.
Thus,
I sow each row –
three strong, in three
spaces, seeds — a fecund
something.
3.
Imagining
radical things,
roots I can't see,
hairs I muse upon,
when snow covers. Still. Unborn.
4.
This seed is a story,
roots sunk deep in memory,
a resurrection song
with the connected soil.

#smallpoems response to @dogtrax

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

I am
deep into
a
field
of
seed catalogs,
fertilized
by
my fervid
imaginings
of
Spring.
Planting
instructions,
growing
tips,
idealized
descriptions,
new for this year,
Latin name,
how much row
you can sow,
and special
narratives
designed
to sell
each unique
seed.
I
am
sold.

#smallpoems

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
ease
of
one
unloveable
click.

#smallpoems

@dogtrax

I am a-shimmer,
Sweet mercury slow motion,
A ribbon, a link.

#haiku
#smallpoems riff off a riff off a riff #smallstories

Dr John's Best Ever version of "Such a Night" piano blues -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QO53Xu6TZBg Best ever. Best ever. Best ever. I will fight over that. JK. Just practicing a bit of hyperbole. No, not. This is the best ever. #clmooc
#modigiwri

@dogtrax There is a word that springs to mind as I read this: immanent. Here is the OED entry for that word: https://etherpad.wikimedia.org/p/Immanence

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