Joanna HarrisonRestthe moments tick on, as the silence stretches its fingers like surface tension, promising ripples and waves of sorrowful release if…Aug 13, 2020Aug 13, 2020
Joanna HarrisonNew WordsHow many ways can I say that I love you? In different shades and tones. Sometimes a light and playful inflection Or rooftop-shouts of…Mar 10, 2020Mar 10, 2020
Joanna HarrisonThe Woman QuiltWhen my eyes are closed, I see a circle of women. Shoulder to shoulder, looking at me with kind, knowing eyes and a deep, lineal wisdom…Feb 25, 2020Feb 25, 2020
Joanna HarrisonYou Aren’t Missing from MeI say I miss you, But, I suppose, you aren’t really missing. (You aren’t missing from me)Feb 25, 2020Feb 25, 2020
Joanna HarrisonWe Should Get UpTell me, have you been tangled together in the soft sheets of the morning? Toes and fingertips drawing wide circles and infinity loops…Feb 20, 2020Feb 20, 2020
Joanna HarrisonTo Like Bugs AgainIt takes some time, to shed a layer and leave it behind. Or to wiggle out through a chrysalis.Feb 20, 2020Feb 20, 2020
Joanna HarrisonColors of CartagenaHow is it that the colors nearby have been speaking for my heart? Or is the opposite, I wonder. In vibrant moments, they’re playful…Feb 20, 2020Feb 20, 2020
Joanna HarrisonThe WindowsillOn the windowsill, we set a plant. Its trailing speckled leaves drape neatly on a small framed photo. Next to it, a candle, a feather…Feb 19, 2020Feb 19, 2020
Joanna HarrisonTell MeTell me, every day, exactly how the sun feels on your cheeks. How the clouds take shape, wherever you are. And when the night sky rises…Feb 19, 2020Feb 19, 2020