About Dawn

Dawn Trowell Jones a writer living in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two cats. Her fiction incorporates her literary passions: the uncanny, the supernatural, science, and adventure.

Don’t Be Safe: Conflict in Fiction

Light slips faintly through the bedroom window, giving the air a bluish tinge; the walls are gray; the dressers—whatever they were during the day drenched in night hues. A siren whimpers in the distance…. I’m Continue reading Don’t Be Safe: Conflict in Fiction

Someone’s Toying With Us: But Is It Alien or Ours?

I love what the pilot says at the end of this article (https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/16/us/politics/unidentified-flying-object-navy.html)–it strikes me as a very genuine response. But I have a hard time imagining what in nature would do what he describes. Continue reading Someone’s Toying With Us: But Is It Alien or Ours?

Education Circa 1977

I grew up in a small town on an island on the coast of South Carolina. I learned the word moron in third grade because my teacher, who was from elsewhere, used it regularly to Continue reading Education Circa 1977

Devil, Stand By

If you’ve no new trick to stay the hand of man, You, poor Devil, have run your course, stepped to your bounds— Let sea and sand blast what they can. I say, engorge with dread Continue reading Devil, Stand By

Hexagons, Death, and Tea

I’ve been watching The Code again (Netflix), which at one point talks about how imaginary numbers have been integral to describing the nature of dark energy. And this question came to me: What does it Continue reading Hexagons, Death, and Tea

What does it mean to be an adult?

I say this as a progressive. I say it with respect and love—though you may wonder. The novel I’ve written deals with some issues surrounding psychological development, particularly the need to feel productive and valuable Continue reading What does it mean to be an adult?

Introspection and the drain on our lesser prophets: Who’s running the show?

This article (“Being Busy Is Killing Our Ability to Think Creatively” by Derek Beres) prompted this post: It never ceases to amaze me that those who most need quiet and introspection—those we rely on to Continue reading Introspection and the drain on our lesser prophets: Who’s running the show?

More Hope…

I would like to thank author and blogger L.E. Henderson (soon to release her newest book, The Ghosts of Chimera) for another thoughtful post, one concerning hope in fiction (http://passionatereason.com/2017/06/hope/#more-1553), which prompted me to write Continue reading More Hope…

Whilst I Wait

Expired and lazy hands become more supple, fixed in a sinewy shade…. Unquiet, umbra-earth drones and fondles my darkling hands.


Some transitions are hard. The house is quiet today except for the low, soft hum of the refrigerator. There’s a ringing in my ears. From somewhere in the bushes or trees out there, in sun Continue reading Transition