Contributor: Dawnell Harrison
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On the woven wall of rocks
The sea’s waves burst heavily

Against the snuff-colored
Rock face and lament

In the ocean’s meandering voices –
The roar of the waves and the

Sound of the sea caught in conch shells.
I stand before the vast horizon

Of the crab-clawed sea as jellyfish
Litter the ocean like puffy clouds
In the sky.


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I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others. Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.

Contributor: Dawnell Harrison
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I move slowly in the sleepless wind
and can feel a chill in the marrow

of my bones.
The shadow of a ghost or God stalks

me down to the end of the alley as
snow crackles under my heavy,

black leather boots.
The white bone of the moon protects

me like a great Madonna -
her eyes gentled on me like
two candles.


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I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others. Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.

Contributor: Dawnell Harrison
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The dark night ministers
The moon as she drags the

Dregs of the sea behind her
Like a heavy sack of coal.

The dusk is littered with ghosts –
I hear a white, cold echo deep

Into the crest of the night.
There are twigs in their thin hair

And clouds of grey in their
Shadowed eyes as they move

Like slugs under a perfectly
Wounded sky.


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I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others. Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.

Contributor: Dawnell Harrison
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My heart-bone breaks
Under the ivory-boned

Moon’s faltering iridescence.
The sea cackles her dark

Descent on the night and
Drags her dregs behind her

Like a forsaken soul.
A grey mist hovers above

The sandy shoreline like a
Fallen ghost lingering, lingering,
Lingering.


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I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others. Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.

Contributor: Dawnell Harrison
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Twined noise in the talcum
Night loses trailed feelings

Etched in the twisted trees
As the tune of trumpets

As thick as thieves tumble
Through the tortured sky.


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I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others. Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.