Jonathan Douglas Dowdle

Sooner

Sooner the wind’s song
Passing through the leaves
Early in the morning
Where the sun lays the heat of its head
Against the earth and
One might waken
To see the earth take shape
Within your eyes
To be blessed with a thousand names
Spoken into creation;
Yes, these are the moments
Truth is born from, and without them
It doesn’t exist.


Bio

Jonathan Douglas Dowdle was born in Nashua, NH and has traveled throughout the US; he currently resides in South Carolina. Previous works have appeared or are appearing in: Hobo Camp Review, 322 Review, The Opiate, The Right Place At The Write Time, Blue Hour Review, Whimperbang, After The pause, Midnight Lane Boutique, Visitant, Adelaide, Blue Moon, Bitchin’ Kitsch And The Big Windows Review. 

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