Saturday, May 18, 2013

A Poem by Dawnell Harrison


I should lie down
And live as quiet

As a mirror.
I reach for tender mercies

To find the air
Raging with fire.

I set the sky ablaze
With my fiery hands.

Birds fly like leaves
Through the sky

As I find it broken
And without.

Soot lingers on the grey
Ground as the fire

Burns the center
Of my pain.

Dawnell Harrison has been published in over 70 magazines and journals including The Endicott Review, Fowl Feathered Review, The Bitchin' Kitsch, Vox Poetica, Queen's Quarterly, The Vein, Word Riot, Iconoclast, Puckerbrush Review, Nerve Cowboy, Mobius, Absinthe: A journal of poetry, and many others.

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