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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.
First snow. Never gets old.
December 3, 2025 at 2:36 PM
Keep seeing. This is The Trump Administration White House.
November 29, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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
November 29, 2025 at 1:51 PM
Do Not Forget. This is The Trump Administration White House.
November 28, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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.
November 15, 2025 at 1:08 PM
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
November 14, 2025 at 12:47 PM
What's a day without dogs?

#dogs #Havanese #CotondeTulear
November 13, 2025 at 1:12 PM
November is my least favorite month— it's raw blandness. But there's beauty every day, isn't there?
November 12, 2025 at 1:42 PM
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...
November 11, 2025 at 6:08 PM
Signs of fall.
November 10, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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
November 9, 2025 at 1:44 PM
Just saying.
November 8, 2025 at 5:19 PM
Sometimes I should remember to look straight up. What was over my head.
November 7, 2025 at 8:05 PM
A practice batch of buttermilk biscuits—for a friend's cowgirl breakfast with the launch of her West Texas novel.
November 7, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Something about Brio's bear....
November 4, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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.
November 4, 2025 at 12:56 PM
"“They were careless people,” F.Scott Fitzgerald wrote of the Gatsby set, “they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
November 2, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Why "Jack-o-lanterns"? One possibility, an Irish folk tale about Jack who tricked the Devil, cursed to wander earth, forever denied heaven or hell, given a burning ember from hell to light his way, which he placed inside a carved-out turnip. He became known as "Jack of the Lantern."
October 31, 2025 at 12:18 PM
Didn't plan it, but tonight, deep into winter dark, unseen creatures screeching and scritching in the woods, coyotes howling, far from costumed children seeking candy, I'll finish Dracula, spectacularly inventive in 1897, so much we now take for granted. It's been a trip.
October 31, 2025 at 12:06 PM
October 30, 2025 at 5:57 PM
My Office Assistant has returned from her break.
October 29, 2025 at 1:12 PM
Poised on the brink of November. There's a message here, but I'm not sure what it is.
October 28, 2025 at 11:22 AM
The colors have been muted this year but still beautiful. The oaks, the last to turn, are in the foreground and I just missed the sun popping the little red dogwood. (Light is everything.) Then comes the yellow tulip tree and dark copper beech in the center. The blue, blue sky.
October 27, 2025 at 12:31 PM
Lots of tiny poppyseed ticks around right now... somehow.
Don't forget your Insect Shield clothes while in the leaves.
You don't want #LymeDisease or coinfections, folks. They're nasty.

Brio and Luna have tick jackets. Any little bit helps.

www.insectshield.com/collections/...

#dogs #ticks
October 26, 2025 at 12:39 PM
Last Saturday, a big crowd in my small town wanting better for America.
October 25, 2025 at 7:17 PM