Dawn Pendergast's Blog

Losing the Day

Dawn Pendergast — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 12:44:09 PST

Losing the day to coffee, altogether altering the makeup of my motherboard, my motherbearing, my mothermail. Penny Puddles Pendergast. Day being the blamee. Day sans glory. Day on the workhorse, see horse, as all that is decidedly yonder floats past. That bomb is weak and brown. My skydrive is syncing. Blessed Day, let us liftoff [...]

Last Lapse

Dawn Pendergast — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 08:29:49 PST

Continuation. The hook and tongue of day. The waggedy that. Lapse, clasp. The lace of days in utter continuation. The smalls and mediums and larges. Largess. Pants around my mother’s ankles while trying it on. The grooves in love like a golf ball. As it resists its own specificity. As it becomes crocodilian, recording it [...]

Days of Men

Dawn Pendergast — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 06:47:36 PST

Days of men who have loved the earth and the atmosphere, the discomfort of trees lining the lake, hooks in fog. Days of men not to worry. Whose rain freezes on the windows like tulle. Whose horses hump. Whose rubbings work around our history of days wearing handsome coats. Down fall our trouser days. Portland [...]

Christmas 2011

Dawn Pendergast — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 08:27:53 PST

Christmas was sort of cross-country-crazy this year. In Texas, we had Christmas with the Klinger Cousins, the Johnson Cousins, and Christmas Eve (otherwise known as a ridiculous number of presents) followed by Christmas dinner. Then Paul and I hit the road for more Christmas with the Pendergasts and Jimmy/Misty. “Vacation” is a sprint.

city of days

Dawn Pendergast — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 12:52:33 PST

I am headed to the northwest side of the cityside. The side of the city least felt, fibrous. A folder of bones sewing my city. A folder of gravel. A folder of clay. A burning as the burning of choice has its center. It checked off, chosen, called on to sing. Sing The Prayer, sang [...]

Thanksgiving 2011

Dawn Pendergast — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 08:00:56 PST

Thanksgiving came and went as simply as it could. Mom and Dad drove to Texas this year because Julie and Gracies were in Disneyworld. A fairly painless affair if I do say so myself!

Family Day

Dawn Pendergast — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 13:11:38 PST

The hole in the mud is encircled with families. Each family makes a day of moving the mud from the hole. Removing the thistles and sticks and mud stuck to the leaves. And cleaning the shape of the hole, the circle. Work days, work nights, chewing the ropes. So everyone is in it a little, [...]

Day Driving

Dawn Pendergast — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 13:09:38 PST

With any luck, we can make a mark or notch. Comb the totem for messages against us. The day bright, stalled light, placards driving us for words. The bus. The bee on the bus seat, a little splendid. The knees that are folded upward. The children with their fingers. The coup. This, with all it’s [...]

Blessed the Pilot Day

Dawn Pendergast — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 13:01:24 PDT

Blessed the pilot program, ramming thru. Pilot Days and tenebrous flyers. Cold air cutting under wingy for-realers. The pilot light hole, blinging and blinging. Hole in the heart of the damp clothy clouds. Sound. His voice sounds like, in the ears of my huskiness. How did you grow up so, bro? His bass voice flubbing [...]

Flash Review: The Strings of Walnetto Arrangements by Ben Estes

Dawn Pendergast — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 10:12:17 PDT

The Strings of Walnetto Arrangements by Ben Estes My rating: 4 of 5 stars Punky is right I say it is right so it must be Right Night at the poetry house–crickets chipping in a not-quite-stein voice for all the rabbits and cymbals popping out the dampness. I low the low in the voice of [...]