Hari Anne ReedLuxembourgishLonely mothers and sad sons drive French and German cars in French and German towns.1 min read·Aug 26, 2018----
Hari Anne ReedIn The Age of Scrap MetalClean all the machinery That makes life slick and easy to slide Friction-burn and interest free to solace Like a curling stone (which…1 min read·Jan 11, 2018----
Hari Anne ReedThe UnravelledWe fall past each other, Lines of poetry snarled up, Messy nooses for the next.1 min read·Jan 10, 2018----
Hari Anne Reed< homeNothing’s real at home. Display coffee. Don’t get richer. Displaced beauty. Teardown paper. Look for thrills. “Smoking kills.”1 min read·Jan 6, 2018----
Hari Anne ReedAndalucia pt 2In Andalucia an iron gate electric staircase and a broken lift Inside, you, stuck for now. Inside the gate, the brutal high-rise slabs…1 min read·Jan 5, 2018----
Hari Anne Reedmiles from parisas you slept I studied every sandy brick that built the walls that hid you but they told me nothing, kept you warm then crumbled into…1 min read·Jan 4, 2018----
Hari Anne ReedAndalucia pt 1I mourned my metal-detector absence, Crammed my effacement into your neck. Careful words rushed into bottle-broken Sentences, leaving pools…1 min read·Jan 4, 2018----