Author: Harlan Didrickson

I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.

Remember

~ Harlan Didrickson 
I remember that 
when this little 
moment meant much 
and this one 
song sprinkled feels 
like powdered sugar 
making what tasted
good even sweeter 
I remember when 
that little moment 
meant so much 
and that one 
song rained tears
making what tasted 
bad more bitter 
oh I remember

Forget

~ Harlan Didrickson 
I never forget 
where but frequently 
forget when maybe 
there is like 
a rock and 
then is water

First

~ Harlan Didrickson 
We often 
need one 
to find 
the other 
for without 
the first 
we don’t 
know if
the second 
even exists

Small

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Every moment 
of every 
life that 
is or
ever has
been has
led us
all up 
to this 
I feel 
terribly small

Ex

~ Harlan Didrickson 
What’s done 
is done 
and what’s 
over is
over there’s 
too much 
living left 
to do