Hey friends and estranged acquaintances, welcome back for another update. Currently enjoying the hot weather that the US has been having, I've been sitting in the shade thinking about my life: family and friends and the like. I've started working on a short story, I just need to start writing. I have the tools in … Continue reading Dowko Update #9
Tag: poetry
Dowko Update #8
So the SMP wants to thank everyone who has been submitting poetry to the website. Our inbox overflows like the sand in a high tide. I just want everyone to know that just because it's hot outside does not mean that I've been indoors all summer. I've stepped out of the front door a couple … Continue reading Dowko Update #8
Dowko Update 7
A haiku is a Poem which is just for you to Read in a mumu Here is little River, he is my traveling buddy, I'm currently living with my aunt and uncle at their ranch house. For me, they are like my elders. Sometimes, when life hits you with circumstance, you hit back with common … Continue reading Dowko Update 7
Dowko Update #6
my love i love to drink from the deep bottle my own feet soaked Happy St. Paddy's to you all! You all will be Irish for one day, whether you love green or no, have fun and be safe. So, the train is moving down the line, I stayed with my sister for … Continue reading Dowko Update #6
Dowko Update 4
I'm hoping and bopping and slipping and sliding my way towards Spring, here where I am, sometimes it's a rainforest and other times, it's cold, bitter winter winds, other times the sun shines and the clouds part just right. Are any of you writing? I'm doing just that and plenty of reading!Currently I had to … Continue reading Dowko Update 4
Profession
Hey, it's Dowko. It's also 2019. Hope you are filling up your grocery buggy with lots of food. I also hope that you have those little simplicity in your life that make it worth it to wake up. 2018 was a great year for SMP. We published our first issue, Mouths. If you haven't, and … Continue reading Profession
All That Pains Me
Last night, I was drifting off to bed and I was thinking about what being a modern writer in today's world even means, and whether I want to be a writer anymore. Yet here I am, the next day, putting in work and pounding away at the keys all morning. I believe there are to … Continue reading All That Pains Me
