The Poeming 2020: The Hex of Harris...Grave Secret

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October 12, 2020: “Shift”

Peaceful little shift

helped me 

believe

in

love.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkeley Prime Crime, 2009. p. 99.

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October 11, 2020: “Acknowledge Peace”

A hard wasteland.

Gather up our good.

Attend to comfort.

Acknowledge peace.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkeley Prime Crime, 2009. p. 67.

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October 10, 2020: “Kind Thought”

Bring kind thought.

    Contradict

that hurrying impatient thing.

A good walk

       and laugh.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkeley Prime Crime, 2009. p. 59.

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October 9, 2020: “Little Voice”

No expertise, 

      little voice abandoned.

I notice

          extra trouble.

Righteous problems

     all-consuming.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkeley Prime Crime, 2009. p. 55.

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October 8, 2020: “Direct Joy”

I want agency-

    a private empire

       to give me

                direct        joy. 

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkeley Prime Crime, 2009. P. 47

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October 7, 2020: Right and Strange

I hit silence.

      Relief telling me

love what’s right

      and 

            strange.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkley Prime Crime, 2009. p. 43

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October 6, 2020: “Proximity of Skin”

One bite        swallowed.

Spirit struggle expected.

The proximity of skin

      new 

         and 

                  terrible.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkely Prime Crime, 2009. P. 39

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October 5, 2020: “The Ancient Faint Trace”

We access warriors.

We flower, 

marked by the ache

which flared from 

lightning

everywhere.

The ancient faint trace

connecting

     felt 

         overwhelming.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkeley Prime Crime, 2009. P. 13.

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October 4, 2020: Electric Awareness

I wander

spin out.

I glance to the moon, 

awareness stung, 

the connection              electric.

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October 3, 2020: Something Something

Weathered warning

Something

Something special

dead

collapsed

slipped fallen

ignition

waiting.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkeley Prime Crime, 2009. P. 5.

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October 2, 2020: Rustic Dead

Hard empty people / waiting animal heads. / Rustic dead / spring below.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkley Prime Crime, 2009. p.3.

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October 1, 2020: Denim Accent

denim accent / words hawklike./ taste a windswept field. / runs. / the narrow gleaming Creek / fell silent. / the wind cleared.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkley Prime Crime, 2009. p.1.