In pre-dawn stillThe wind comes once everyThree minutes, bellowing deep in the treesSlow, picks up speed, then stops. dark ghost trainwinds down, swapping arrivers fordepartersWhose gossamer trench coating shuffle wetLeaves adhere, our front window stained Chapel glass between worlds. Warm and dry,tamed storming, unpredictable rowdyTimetables of bluster and agenda, measures of syncopated nature, theruthless spiced … Continue reading Hericane. [sic]
on being creative
On The Practice of Space and Connection
This morning, I woke to find an e-mail from the wife of one of my cousins - one of my favorite people. This gal is known throughout the family as warm, sunny, loving, caring, funny. We all look forward to seeing her. A devoted and generous daughter, wife, and mother, and now a beautifully graced … Continue reading On The Practice of Space and Connection
The I Ching and Me. 22 October, 2018
Funny thing. Many years ago, I went to see a clairaudient at the behest of a friend. I’d been seeing, very casually and infrequently, a guy I’d met in high school (a couple years ahead of me in school). As much as we got along, he had little clue exactly what to do with me … Continue reading The I Ching and Me. 22 October, 2018
When In Winter. (Prosery)
Such good heat in summer. I have a co-worker, skin over bones she is, who goes out into the mid-day oven wearing a sweater, to warm up from the chill of the AC. She returns flushed and rosy and happy to be warm for a little while. Let's remember this, shall we? When we're complaining … Continue reading When In Winter. (Prosery)
Once, When the Tide Was Low. [Personal essay.]
Full disclosure: I've been there. on the serrated edge of the coin one side stay the other, go. Several of you have, too. Whatever Divinity changed our course steadied us to remain, I am, now, grateful for it (though was angry and frustrated, then.) On the bathroom floor (it's almost always there, isn't it? Those … Continue reading Once, When the Tide Was Low. [Personal essay.]
s’élevant en amour. [Original painting.]
DJDawson 2015 acrylic on canvas Perception is a funny thing. What do you see?
