Dawn Pendergast's Blog

Blessed turkey, blessed ham. Blessed hammer in my head & days fishing. Which side of the dock will we fish the most fish on? Which seat  rains the most rain the further and further back we drive? Sheets of days smelling slightly of mildew. Wraparound porches that wrap around France. I have a thing in [...]

Home park. Moonlight. My day, the moss on which all things are felt, are green, stink. The wet and blow dry. The shitting of birds on my hair. Blessed are the work weeks, on the shoulders of clients, bags’ flaps on my facing, days armed. It is always cold inside. It is perpetual. Blessed are [...]

Days made ancient with wind. Days amories unleash secret chambers, knives in the lawn, railroad ties aloft alot in the swamp cooler of days, evaporative spray, watching a poodle walked thru dusty streets. Tucson, down dog.  The voices of foxes filling my days. Blessed this laundry on the bed. To be folded days. To be [...]