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.

Little

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I do
not know
what there
is not 
to love 
once you’ve 
learned to 
love yourself

Arms

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A knock 
a bell
a knife 
and back
I go
to bloodshed 
remembering when 
and why 
a name 
long forgotten 
its blade
wielded deftly 
poised to 
cut slightly 
but lethal 
armor on 
ears up

Dog

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These early 
November mornings 
when low
far off
sun catches
cloud underbellies
and one 
can hear 
them giggle 
and purr
like a
lazy dog

Close

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One twig
maybe root 
can’t see
yet clutch 
hoping that 
feet find
solid ground 
pull up
put over 
finally lay
staring up 
at clouds 
oh aren’t 
they pretty

Sherbet

~ Harlan Didrickson 
It’s this
the before 
all else 
the quiet 
lazy slow 
when wishes 
and dreams 
bubble up 
and float 
and the 
low sun
turns the 
clouds into 
orange sherbet