DP HawkinsChemistry, Like a CurseAs the circled group leaned in, the boy allowed his forearm to remain against her shoulder. He sensed, more than saw, a movement of brown…Feb 5, 2020Feb 5, 2020
DP HawkinsCoffee is ReligionFor the weak and the condemned coffee is just a drink; to the baseborn, it is no more than brown liquid in a toilet-tissue cup.Mar 5, 2019Mar 5, 2019
DP HawkinsI was recently talking to someone about blue, a specific shade of water, a certain sky hue; what…But sometimes the sky and water don't feel blue. They glow with heat or their beauty begs for metaphors of flowers.Dec 17, 2016Dec 17, 2016
DP HawkinsStill You Turn Me OnGreg Lake died a few days ago, cancer it seems. I missed the initial reports, which made me feel ashamed, because he seemed almost a…Dec 15, 2016Dec 15, 2016