Harrison Davidson
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Quantum Superpositions
This is the outcome of writing our future on the pages of our souls, while trying to carve our lives from stone
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“Things I Screamed but No One Heard” release letter
Things I Screamed but No One Heard (and all the other secrets I’m willing to sell for $19.99) Available now ONLY in hardback and ONLY at Barnes & Noble! (https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/things-i-screamed-but-no-one-heard-harrison-davidson/1148160568?ean=9798317699512) As the prophet said, “I don’t have to say a lot more about the way I feel about Ric Flair… no respect, no honor! There…
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Prometheus
When my time comes Take my lifeless body And lay me plainly in the dirt Then If one of you should find yourself Motivated to work for a dead man You may take a stone or a board And carve this phrase upon it Before setting it in the ground above me… NO GOOD DEED…
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During these years in which we learn that we are naked
These years These somewhat seven million years These years of untamed desire for forbidden fruit These years of viral humanity These years we have learned of our own intelligence Cursed, “accelerating growth” intelligence These years in which we have feared the years beyond These years we have spent thinking of the years that we will…
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Wishing at the Oak
A narrative poem in iambic trimeter from my upcoming book, “Coins: Tall Tales from Meager Monies” __________________________________________________________ Near acres green and brown With Fall leaves falling down; Where wind blows softly through The grass still wet with dew. The red and orange skies, Which light up overhead, Proclaim the new sun’s rise To wake all…
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tattoo
we stab our sharpest ends just deep enough into one another so the words last and over time those wounds turn into pretty pictures that last our lifetimes
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Dear Santa,
In case you decide to stop by tonight, I figured I would leave this letter for you. I’m sorry that I haven’t wrote in a number of years, but I suppose once all the other kids told me you weren’t real it seemed rather pointless. For that same reason, I haven’t left out any cookies…
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The Same Rain
The same rain that breaks the dam can grow the pear. The same rain that makes the mud can clean the air. The same rain that whets the blade can rust the shield. The same rain that waters the flowers can flood the field.
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