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.

Numbers

~ Harlan Didrickson 
They are 
all just 
sand grains
and words
lovers too
and they 
all have 
quickly slipped 
through these
fingers as
numbers now

Seriously😆 (for CJH)

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Oh I want 
but two things 
until my last 
to laugh and 
to write and 
then to write 
about laughter and 
then to laugh 
about writing oh
and then learn 
to add because 
that’s five things 
and not two

These

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Let’s us
just take 
a moment 
and admit 
admitting is
after all 
forgivenesses gateway 
and that
then maybe 
maybe then
all this 
will pass 
and we
can again 
maybe again 
and stop
with all 
of these
maybes agains

Nutshell

~ Harlan Didrickson 
You’re private 
I’m public
and what 
we have 
is all

just you 
and me 
and whatever 
the world 
ever sees

Barnyard

~ Harlan Didrickson 
It’s always been 
cackle and quack
moo and whinny 
and those side-eyes
cautious and suspicious 
that tickle me 
you are my
very own barnyard
little ol’ you 
little ol’ me 
we never knowing 
just what is
waiting for us 
behind the weathered 
doors of hearts 
that come galloping 
out finally free
grazing and gazing