He lives with me now.

BOBO
My brother’s Velveteen Rabbit for 54 years. His right ear still jingles.

StewJane DornMarch 14, 2020stuffed animal, bobo, charles phillip dorn, sibling, RIP, jane dorn

Dashboard confessional (not the music)

FoundJane DornNovember 12, 2018dorn, jane dorn, vt, dorset vt, dashboard, what

Eye Painting, Who Knows VT / No Apologies

PhotographyJane DornAugust 19, 2018sacred rage, landscape, jane dorn, vermont, VT, rebuild, eye painting

To the five of them. The five of you.

EVER
by Meghan O'Rourke

Even now I can’t grasp “nothing” or “never.”
They’re unholdable, unglobable, no map to nothing.
Never? Never ever again to see you?
An error, I aver. You’re never nothing,
because nothing’s not a thing.
I know death is absolute, forever,
the guillotine-gutting-never to which we never say goodbye.
But even as I think “forever” it goes “ever”
and “ever” and “ever.” Ever after.
I’m a thing that keeps on thinking. So I never see you
is not a thing or think my mouth can ever. Aver:
You’re not “nothing.” But neither are you something.
Will I ever really get never?
You’re gone. Nothing, never—ever.

WritingJane DornJanuary 18, 2018meghan o'rourke, jane dorn, family, RIP

Imagine my surprise

WALKING ON WATER (MAYBE BAREFOOT SKIING), ASHEVILLE NC

PhotographyJane DornSeptember 14, 2017asheville nc, jesus, jane dorn, photographers on tumblr

Treatments

ZAP SHACK SELFIE TRIPTYCH

Recently shown in the Artbomb Studios Spring Exhibition. I tried to take a photo each day I was at the Cancer Institute for treatments. These are three of 31 or so. I lost count of days, treatments, and photos along the way.

PhotographyJane DornSeptember 14, 2017breast cancer, surgery, radiation treatments, jane dorn, GHS, GHS cancer institute

MODA (Museum of Design Atlanta)

SUMMER NIGHTS

A recent work included in the Museum of Design Atlanta exhibition Text Me: How We Live in Language, curated by Debbie Millman

Drawing, WritingJane DornJuly 22, 2017jane dorn, dorn, charles phillip dorn, intruders, MODA

Monopoly

PLAYIN' OLD SCHOOL
(1968)

PhotographyJane DornMarch 27, 2017monopoly, 1968, jane dorn

Math

A PLANK IN MY OWN EYE

Stew, PhotographyJane DornMarch 6, 2017rule of thirds, plank in the eye, photography, jane dorn, dorn

blanket of quiet

DORSET VT

Missing the peacefulness of this place

StewJane DornMarch 6, 2017dorset vt, vermont, church, snow, dorn, jane dorn

Lately

PhotographyJane DornSeptember 20, 2016120 film, black and white, graniteville sc, jane dorn, dorn, photography

Dorcus

SQUANDERED

If you asked about my Aunt Dorcas

I’d tell you she died yesterday.

I’d tell you
she buried two husbands:
one, a drunk bastard
one, a name she already wore
so then it doubled.

Thin as a kitchen match

Bright as the end of that hot-boxed Pall Mall

Sharp as the hook she baited
(squatting in tall grass
skeeters on her chin)

I’d tell you she cashed out
hid her money
in the safe at the funeral home
so she could live in hell for free

and I’d tell you
we shared some blood

and her name was biblical
but she wasn’t

even though she got popped on the foot
by a ball of lightning
skipping fast as “My Lou”
across the church parking lot
as she folded her double-name-causing second husband
and his oxygen tank
into that smoky sedan
(WheeeezgruntPOW)

She laughed at that devil

Southern Baptists
crock pot at home on low
fear now on high
turned to stone on hot, after-church asphalt

Later I’d tell you
how I squandered my last chance
to learn more of her little brother
my long-gone father

—Dorn

WritingJane DornAugust 27, 2016jane dorn, father, daughter, dorcas, lightning, baptists, southern baptists

Dorset VT

REBUILDING IN VERMONT

I am currently swaddled in the great privilege of being in the Green Mountains of Vermont for a few weeks. It is much-needed time for rebuilding physical and emotional strength after the past two years of jagged loss. The spot in the photo below is where I hang out to think, read, write, daydream, and nap most every afternoon after mornings full of walking with my favorite Mona D. and hikes after breakfast.