Edward Harkness: Pelicans Diving
They skim so close to waves
they must themselves be waves.
March 7, 2023 · 2 Comments
Edward Harkness: Two Rondeaux
Each time we kiss, love, it’s the first kiss.
The others? Gone. Some I well recall.
More and more I repeated myself. Even this
note to sparrows, willows, summer and fall.
February 23, 2023 · Leave a comment
Edward Harkness: My Father Meets Margaret Bourke-White 
He finds a Hershey bar
in his breast pocket, offers her a piece.
She flicks her cigarette into the dark,
takes the chocolate and says, Thanks, kiddo.
September 20, 2022 · 12 Comments
Edward Harkness: My Father’s Uncles Doing Time
Their sorry, sorry asses. Bad year, 1929.
Neither one is yet 30 in the grim prison photos
I received from the state archives.
July 21, 2022 · 8 Comments
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