Dakota ShanePure (A Poem)Lava lamps cast waving fingers across faded paperback pages. Bright pink feet stick out of a dinosaur blanket — Toy Story pajamas on. All…Oct 1, 2023Oct 1, 2023
Dakota ShaneWaiting For God (A Poem)I went to Dublin in search of Joyce, and found Beckett instead. I stumbled on Saunders, while browsing for Salinger in a Pasadena…Sep 17, 2023Sep 17, 2023
Dakota ShaneEver Noticed? (A Poem)Have you ever noticed… That we never regret taking too many photos?Sep 3, 2023Sep 3, 2023
Dakota ShaneShake My Shoulders, Wipe My EyesI tried writing a letter to my younger self, but he didn’t open the envelope. He wouldn’t have opened it, for fear it’d be a birthday card…Aug 27, 2023Aug 27, 2023
Dakota ShanePipe Dreams (A Poem)For years, I tried finding a way to tell the story of the historic figure Sir William Phips. The poor son of a carpenter with 26 brothers…Aug 20, 2023Aug 20, 2023
Dakota Shane3 Little (Loose) Rules For LifeDon’t be so quick to write off cliches. There’s a reason they’ve lasted the test of time.Aug 13, 2023Aug 13, 2023
Dakota ShaneNostalgia (A Poem)Be careful of your relationship with nostalgia. If you’re too fond of it, you run the risk of thinking your best days are behind you. If…Aug 6, 2023Aug 6, 2023