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D M Gordon
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Reader, novelist, poet, editor, citizen. www.dmgordon.com Dogged by dogs. The ancient goldfish aswim in my kitchen says O, O, O when it sees me, god of clean water, sprinkling dried insects from heaven. 💔 🇺🇸 holding tight to #wonder & #kindness.
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Tracking the wild pine cone. Found.
December 30, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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Loving leaf sheep this morning. Costasiella kuroshimae. Tiny, adorable sea slugs look like sheep and photosynthesize by stealing chloroplasts from the algae they eat, making them one of the few animals that can create their own food from sunlight.
Black background, green "ground," little round animal with a white face, two tiny round black eyes, purple long "ears" pink "nostrils" and green feathers or fronds with red tips.
December 26, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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Every day is dogday. Luna and Brio, two seniors now who still remember how to play.

#Dog #Havanese #CotondeTulear #Happy
December 21, 2025 at 1:16 PM
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Just a reminder. Every day is dogday.

#dog #Havanese #Brio
Ragdoll Brio, a fluffy gray and white little dog, held and drooping, ear falling floor-ward, yellow tee-shirt marked "love."
December 15, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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My sister is still in Malawi, doing good work, helping with clean energy projects. Look who she came across!
Close up of an elephant in verdant green
December 15, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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Love these! Knew Icarus because of Auden—yes, Wayfinding! a fav poem— but not Saul and the Virgin.

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A poem in three stanzas. Musée des Beaux Arts By W. H. Auden December 1938 About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating On a pond at the edge of the wood: They never forgot That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse Scratches its innocent behind on a tree. In Brueghel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
December 12, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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What I see? That sliver of white on the crest of the railing snow? The brightness of the white snow on the deck?
That's starlight.
A winter scene. Very early morning blue sky, dark evergreens, the beginnings of the long field, snow-covered, and snow on a railing brushed by a sliver of light.
December 11, 2025 at 2:00 PM
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Every day is dogday

#dog #Brio #Havanese
A gray and white fluffy dog, just her head on the carpet, looking attentive at the camera.
December 9, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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Sharing with you this Saturday morning, a peaceable delicate dawn
A snowy scene from a porch balcony, 6 inches of snow, the beginnings of the long field, lined with dark forest, a hill in the distance, the slightest blush of dawn.
December 6, 2025 at 12:07 PM
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First snow. Never gets old.
Five inches of snow on a porch at night, cedar house and steps, lantern lit on a cedar post
December 3, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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Keep seeing. This is The Trump Administration White House.
The East Wing of the White House in ruins.
November 29, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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I see. Wolves reduce car crashes by keeping deer off the roads; vultures suppress rabies by clearing livestock carcasses; frogs protect us from-malaria by eating mosquitos. A study in Central America shows malaria up five-fold because frogs are in decline. 👀

#frogs #ecology #climatechange
Portrait of a venerable green frog with amber eyes on a black background
November 29, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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Do Not Forget. This is The Trump Administration White House.
The East Wing of the White House under demolition.
November 28, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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My friend #PatriciaLeeLewis is debuting her 1st novel, a West Texas story, on her 88th birthday today. Her huge heart has encouraged hundreds & hundreds of writers & it will be standing room only. Southern hospitality: a cowgirl breakfast at her book launch—coffee, biscuits and jam.
After making over-cooked ones, and tough ones, finally getting the hang of rolled biscuits. Here, eleven of them just out of the oven.
November 15, 2025 at 1:08 PM
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How I love the sound of dogs, clattering up the stairs behind me. Without turning to check, I know its Brio first, clicketty clicketty, clicking, and then, after hesitating (always), and at a polite distance, Luna.

#dogs #Havanese #CotonDeTulear #love
Brio, gray and white small fluffy dog peeking over the edge of her fluffy gray-green bed. Luna, white fluffy ball of a little dog, curled on her chair, hint of a red blanket under her, the curved arm of the upholstered chair. She's turned to look at us.
November 14, 2025 at 12:47 PM
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What's a day without dogs?

#dogs #Havanese #CotondeTulear
Brio and Luna, two fluffy dogs in profile, one white in the near foreground, on gray and white in the background, at rapt attention.
November 13, 2025 at 1:12 PM
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November is my least favorite month— it's raw blandness. But there's beauty every day, isn't there?
A yard, trees newly bare, a gray-ish day. Still droplets from a recent rain are hanging from branches and the sky, a roil of clouds and sun, is dramatic and beautiful.
November 12, 2025 at 1:42 PM
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Further research on biscuits for my friend's West Texas Novel Launch, the whole audience treated to a cowgirl breakfast—coffee, peach jam and biscuits. These, "Butter Swim Biscuits." It's mad science, ridiculously decadent, easy, and yummy. Science! cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1025...
Looking in the oven window at biscuits baking on a layer of bubbling butter.
November 11, 2025 at 6:08 PM
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Signs of fall.
Brio's stuffed bear on a gray carpet with a few autumn leaves.
November 10, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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A #poem today.

Addressed to a friend who, diagnosed with #cancer and still healthy enough, stopped living. Thinking how Catholic School taught us to live with death every day. One of those life lessons one needs to learn over and over.

From Nightly at the Institute of the Possible. #poetry
A poem in four stanzas. Title: RAVEN First on the road, stripping flesh, then on my shoulder, squeezing, miniature and blind, it appeared when I was young, uniformed, and driven to Saint Sebastian’s School. With me most days, it smells life. I find small digs in my skin, and sometimes feathers brush my ear. Outside chapel, black birds find each other, form cities, raise generations of shadows while I squirm on the worn bench. At night the wind comes through the sashes, makes my dry house sing against its will; my shutters shake like weak elbows. It’s then, tiny enough to fit in my pillbox, the raven sleeps. I would give this small pinching thing to you, then smoke salmon caught from the river as it left the sea. Hang the shining flesh over green wood, so together, you, and I, and the raven could eat the body of the old soul that swam so far, then the roe, its tiny stars, its possibilities.
November 9, 2025 at 1:44 PM
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Just saying.
The Low Down on Book Publishing 2 M books were published during the 20th Century in the U.S. 2 M books are now published every year. 80% of these sell under 100 copies. If you sell 100+ copies, you are in the top 20%. If you sell 1000 copies, you are in the top 6% Per Michael Castleman for The Author’s Guild.
November 8, 2025 at 5:19 PM
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Sometimes I should remember to look straight up. What was over my head.
tree top in the far left corner, a delicate dappling of clouds
November 7, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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A practice batch of buttermilk biscuits—for a friend's cowgirl breakfast with the launch of her West Texas novel.
Filling the frame, on a granite background, a wicker basket, white paper towel and a mound of round, brown biscuits.
November 7, 2025 at 1:54 PM
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Something about Brio's bear....
little grey bear on gray stairs, gray wall, white baseboard.
November 4, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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Went looking for happy this morning on Bluesky, needing it, but this hour, found a tsunami of hate, anger and frustration as deep as I scroll, emotions running high...and how not?

Sending something to pause upon. A burst of late color.
a small red, red Japanese maple against muted fall colors, a snippet of stone wall, dead leaves on a driveway, an old rhododendron in the foreground.
November 4, 2025 at 12:56 PM