Welcome to the Dandy Duchess Logbook

Like all good airships our gigantic hot air balloon bed, the Dandy Duchess, keeps her own logbook. She has impeccable handwriting.

To honor the poets and their timeless artistry, we will publish the poems from our Poetry Nap adventures here for you. Sometimes the full poem makes it into a Chapter; sometimes parts; and sometimes we take poetic license to suit our escapades; however, here below you will find the originals in their full glory.

We’ll also share other gems of music and musing. Please be sure to join the mailing list to receive your weekly Poetic Perk, our gift of a poem in your inbox every Tuesday morning.

Ethereally, surreally, and really yours,
Lady & Lord Dosis

Hold Everything Dear for John Berger · by Gareth Evans

as the brick of the afternoon stores the rose heat of the journey as the rose buds a green room to breathe and blossoms like…

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The Rhythmic Tide · by Earl Kayman Naga and Maura Fallon-McKnight

the rhythmic tide sleek silver fans of seawater encircle us glistening with secrets of moonlight and we walk together…

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Fern Hill · by Dylan Thomas

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above…

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Logarhythmia· by Earl Kayman Naga

The logarithmic spiral is twisting its painted edged edge burrowing and digging and through our ahhhs and whispers going…

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Fishmonger · by Marsden Hartley

I have taken scales from off The cheeks of the moon. I have made fins from bluejays’ wings, I have made eyes from damsons in…

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I Am Not Old · by Samantha Reynolds

I am not old…she said I am rare. I am the standing ovation At the end of the play. I am the retrospective Of my life as art…

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Kosmos · by Uncle Walt Whitman

Who includes diversity and is Nature, Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and…

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The Voice of the Rain · by Uncle Walt Whitman

And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the…

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Voices · by Uncle Walt Whitman

NOW I make a leaf of Voices--for I have found nothing mightier than they are, And I have found that no word spoken, but is…

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The World Below the Brine · by Uncle Walt Whitman

The world below the brine, Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange…

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