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Slant of Light
Making Up My Mind One Insight at a Time

Creative Writing


Many Times Before
Through the spotty phone connection I talked
Like he was a child
Like I was a child.
He may have listened; I don’t know.
Laurie Harmon
7 days ago1 min read


His Story
Did he ever tell you about The time when Life was colorful and He was clever? When he fooled so-and-so With his wit And intelligence And...
Laurie Harmon
Sep 51 min read


Home
We’d live here We’d grow gardens Raise chickens, cattle - -only a few. We’d ride horses Gather eggs Mend fences Plant trees Play baseball...
Laurie Harmon
Sep 51 min read


Memoir
I can only
cast shadowy glimpses
on a light-infused wall
Laurie Harmon
Sep 51 min read


Enough
There was no room for them- The ones that came after. They took up too much space and were not Enough.
Laurie Harmon
Sep 21 min read


Flash Electricity
His childhood stories were legend, lore in the family’s mental archives. The summers he had spent in body casts and polio wards, isolated from sunshine and other un-broken children and the years that had imprinted a grown-up sadness on such a little boy, held a place in her psyche as well.
Laurie Harmon
May 278 min read


Secrets and Trees - In That Order
Chuck had an irrational hatred for the neighbors, despite knowing almost nothing about them. He was a sucker for a conspiracy theory and was sure that whenever anything went missing or when he couldn’t find a tool, etc. (which happened a lot -- Chuck was not very careful with his tools), that someone had taken it. He loved to blame others for his screw-ups.
Laurie Harmon
May 911 min read




Hope
I guess I’ve thought of hope as a positive, uplifting sort of thing. Like: “We can all hope for a better future,” or “All hope is not lost.” Well. Hope lies.
Laurie Harmon
May 97 min read
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