Tag Archives: B. Dixon

Call of the Void

He chews the nail on his right thumb. He looks at the floor. His stare is deep and vacant. I look at the notebook resting on my knee. The open page remains blank. I glance at the clock. It’s 10:38. … Continue reading

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Motherhood

Dimly lit room. Bookshelf tells how Jesus saves. She nods off while talking about her daughter, a single tear dripping down her rubber cheek. Her breathing slows. I place my pen on the table and close my notebook. Outside the … Continue reading

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Listening

your words broke somewhere in the space between us. I have done my best to make sense of the pieces. B. Dixon is working on his first poetry collection Outreach, about his work with the homeless population in Boston, MA. … Continue reading

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