Turtle Sundae: A vignette in two acts

By Dawn Davidson

Act I:

August 26, 2020

“Let’s go for ice cream” my mother suggests. A sentiment I heartily approve. There’s so little left for us to enjoy together these days, I leap at the chance to make us both happy for a few minutes.

“I just want the sundae” she says, like a five-year old, from the ( Read more... )

Somehow this poem never got entered into my archive here. Written at an RS Choir event in 2012, I finally managed to remember to look for it in my email and copied it here “for posterity.” Enjoy.

ChangesI ( Read more... )

A poem inspired by, and written for, Francesca Gentille. Shared here in honor of her Sextieth birthday, 7/4/17.


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I just received word that Morning Glory Zell has passed on. She has been ill for some time, and this comes as no surprise.  Still, she was not very old, and not so very much older than I am, really. And as my daughter Allegra mentioned recently, this is the 3rd female "elder" who has passed on for her in as many years. I'm feeling keenly the ( Read more... )

Over the weekend, I went to a wonderful workshop up at Evalena Rose's , led by Rev. Mutima Imani. At one point in the weekend, we went on a short "solo journey" in the lovely gardens. We were given some prompts to answer, and in general were invited to see what came up when we just went to sit quietly for two hours. As it turned out, I only had 1 ( Read more... )

My dear friend Renie wrote this A-MA-ZING poem.  I wanted to share it with all of you.  Enjoy!
Dawn
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Fashion and Design (a rant)

I do not want a fashion designer

I want a goddamn engineer

to make the speed of my curves rival that of the autobahn

I want an interior designer

to mold my frame with gold lame

I want a mathematician

to calculate ( Read more... )

Area 51

It's curious, actually, in how many ways we are alike:

Both of us were born in the American desert
on an Air Force base
Both of us, girded round with guards and watchers
to keep us safe -- or others safe from us
Both of us, full of mystery and experimentation
and sometimes a bit too hot to handle.

I, too, have been sometimes feared ( Read more... )

Wrote this last December on the eve of the first Creative Genius CEO class (a class with Samantha Bennett of the Organized Artist Co, for creative/artistic/outside-the-box entrepreneurs -- here's a link to the page about the Big Yes, the conference I was just at, if you want to see some more info, as the CGCEO is sorta more of that.).  Looks like I ( Read more... )

Forgetting To Be Scared

When I'm scared
I can't think.
My body tenses
my mind tenses
I forget tenses
not to mention whole words
or the entire English language

When I'm tense
I can't write
my mind a blank
my heart a wasteland
my fingers drumming
drumming
drumming
my heart pounding
my head pounding
stuffed full of words with no ( Read more... )

A poem I'd forgotten I'd written last summer. Just added the title.  I don't think I thought it was done, then.  I do, now.

Dawn

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Waits and MeasuresHow many steps are there ( Read more... )