Tag Archives: GD Harkavy

What is the resonant frequency of my grieving:

The house smelled of our unwillingness to speak of what we all knew the imminence of: as I locked myself in my room knowing, even at 11, how unable i was to speak about this: you, in a different kind … Continue reading

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& the small of the rain & alive:

(when you aren’t | or | not sure you are) | is a moment of sitting under a soft bridge between you & all your ghosts | as they reach out & break off | & attach to your childhood room the bridge goes all the way to california … Continue reading

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Oh Good & Wrecked:

i orchestrate a cleansing & through it, i emerge, vibrant. my thought-sphere turns to you, father. & i turn my body away. when the full moon comes. i’m not sticky with you. i am not un-fluorescent & here & here … Continue reading

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