BJ's Misnamed Chapbook

BJ's Misnamed Chapbook

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My Own Selfish Tragedy
As much as I hate to make this about me, you knew I would
Jan 9 • BJ Dawson
Mixed Rain
Upon realizing that the fall is all that remains
Dec 18, 2025 • BJ Dawson
Should I Tell You?
Can I trust you with this knowledge?
Dec 4, 2025 • BJ Dawson
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Rite of Passage
Aug 30, 2025 • BJ Dawson
A Beautiful Dark Matter
May 13, 2025 • BJ Dawson
But Yeah, Anyway
Oct 17, 2025 • BJ Dawson
Far Greater, the Urge
Jul 5, 2025 • BJ Dawson
A Summer Compromise
May 6, 2025 • BJ Dawson
Revenant
Jul 17, 2025 • BJ Dawson

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Naked Grief
If worse comes to worst, then it’s all been for nothing
Dec 3, 2025 • BJ Dawson
The Extemporaneous – Draft 2
A newsletter of sorts
Nov 26, 2025 • BJ Dawson
Acquiescence
Until deeds and dreams all lose cohesion
Nov 15, 2025 • BJ Dawson
That Good Hurt
Unable to hold it all, moments slip from grip
Nov 13, 2025 • BJ Dawson
Uglier than the Sin
Won’t be peaceful, won’t be pretty
Nov 1, 2025 • BJ Dawson
A Thievery
In dark of night, the truth comes
Oct 25, 2025 • BJ Dawson
Grimmest Blessings
Conversation with Death in the dark of night
Oct 22, 2025 • BJ Dawson
A Jazz Session in Rotation
We linger left of it
Oct 18, 2025 • BJ Dawson
But Yeah, Anyway
Examining the observable for my place in it
Oct 17, 2025 • BJ Dawson
Core Enmeshment
Kneading for the now
Oct 11, 2025 • BJ Dawson
Wroth-Forged
With neither gentleness of kiss nor blunt of morning star
Oct 8, 2025 • BJ Dawson
Cyclical
Our lonely futile grasp at infinity’s widening hips
Oct 2, 2025 • BJ Dawson
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