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Jeffrey Harrison: Disconcerting

The word became the mantra of
her last few years, which were, in fact,
often disconcerting: her descent
into dementia, her cancer diagnosis,
her fall, her fractured hip.

April 5, 2022 · 3 Comments

Jeffrey Harrison: The Mount

the blue-jeaned ass of the one on top
moving up and down, pelvis cramming
noiselessly into the rump of the one
underneath, whose vacant eye
caught mine for an instant as I walked past

March 2, 2021 · 1 Comment

Jeffrey Harrison: The Light in the Marsh Grass

we gave up trying to explain it, gave ourselves
to it—as if we had ingested some hallucinogen
that opened our eyes to what was there all along

November 10, 2020 · 1 Comment

Jeffrey Harrison: Ektachrome Days

The way it turned everything blue
even bluer
like the north wind
on days like today

October 29, 2020 · 2 Comments

Jeffrey Harrison: Double Visitation

There I was with my father again alive
walking around the back yard together,
and I hardly noticed that it wasn’t our back yard
or that he looked like he was in his fifties.

September 29, 2020 · 3 Comments

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