Harlow BlackinThe JunctionThe IntruderI hug my backpack as raindrops pound the windshield. Mom grips the steering wheel, her new ring gleaming under the streetlamps.Nov 25, 20173Nov 25, 20173
Harlow BlackinLit UpLast CallThe moon hung low in the cold blue sky, shining like a new quarter. A restless wind rolled tumbleweeds across the railroad tracks to…Nov 20, 20171Nov 20, 20171
Harlow BlackSeed of TruthExperiments in shape poetry: one poem in two shapes.Nov 19, 20171Nov 19, 20171
Harlow BlackAn Uncanny InheritanceAfter my grandmother passed away, my mother began the onerous task of clearing out her house. Among the items she found there were my…Nov 1, 20174Nov 1, 20174
Harlow BlackinLit UpThe Lunch LadyToday’s Menu: Chicken Nuggets, Tater Tots, Celery Sticks, and Orange Jell-OOct 23, 20173Oct 23, 20173
Harlow BlackMy Third Grade Teacher was a MurdererCollected from my own memories and conversations with teachers who worked at the school during that time.Oct 22, 20172Oct 22, 20172
Harlow BlackinLit UpHow Could You Not Read My Diary?I forgot my diary in the living room. It sat on the table beside the sofa for a week, waiting to spill my deepest secrets to anyone who…Sep 30, 20177Sep 30, 20177
Harlow BlackinLit UpTrick or TreatTootsie rolls, I told her. Dum Dums. And if you must hand out chocolate, at least get the ones I hate, like Almond Joy or Mounds. But no…Sep 18, 20173Sep 18, 20173