Dawn Stowell

Joined February 2021

2 stories

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Published poetry. First book sold rights to become a play script. Photography.

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Alphabet Owl
And like owl scat/pellets - the alphabet of owls has obscured its language once more ---> gone back into the void, a black cauldron - the grand recycling word compost. Waiting, for its next iteration. No little reifications anymore - such a waste of precious time. I continue my hunt for meaning elsewhere.
By Dawn Stowell4 years ago in Fiction
The Original Little Black Book
Weather-wise it’s an odd day. Rolling across the expansive, freshly snow-covered lawn, muffled thunder threatens from outside the room where they stand.
By Dawn Stowell5 years ago in Families