Larisa Harriger

Head of a statue of Diana with the title of the poem Tina & RIco and Bernard & Teresa superimposed.

A new poem on The Laundry Line. laundryline.substack.com

Supplication We need a patron saint for the banana boxes that they pack your groceries in down at Costco, … for boys in backwards ball caps, … for velcro shoes and old men with wraparound sunglasses.

This Week's Poem

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I don’t like to make plans. When you make plans they start to toss around words like premeditated.

Red square with the poem title Lost Girl Sonnet at the top and the first few lines of the poem. "muscles jostle against waterlities. A scab can cover a wound for a punctuated year. I am like this sometimes - A cat licking chicken juice out of the bottom of the sink."

New poem up yesterday. This one is a little bit twisty.

Amen. If you’re going to recommend then curate. I’d like to see lists of 10 or 12. Otherwise? Nah, it’s just an invitation to chaos and crap.

Or… maybe you actually know the difference between an em dash and an en dash and use them accordingly.

I’m here mostly for the poets and the lawyers. I’d be happy to find my dog folks here as well. I really like the no bullshit response to trolls and shit-stirrers here. Ignore, block, and carry on.

I’ve picked up a few of the Starter Packs. Not making that mistake again. Too many folks simply repost the big accounts. Add value or be quiet.

But mostly I’m killing off folks repeatedly posting asking for money. Mutual aid is getting a bad rep here.

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Weekly poetry and random thoughts. Occasional dog pictures.
First post coming Tuesday, Jan 7.

Line of the Moment:

Now, I’ve heard some say you’re crazy, they being excessively clam themselves to my mind.

Frank O’Hara - A True Account of Talking to the Sun on Fire Island

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Thanks, but I don’t think I’ve peaked yet. Give me another 15 years.

“Sold a poem today. A drunkard in the plaza called out, “Sister can I kiss you?” “

Transients, Harriette Mullen

Two Bouviers, big furry black dogs, sitting nicely with Santa in front of Santa’s workshop.

Two bouviers, big furry black dogs, acting like goofballs and climbing all over Santa in front of his workshop.

How you think the Santa photos are going to happen. How the Santa photos actually happen.

Big black dog wearing a pink onsie lounging on a chaise.

Patsy in her onsie, post spay.

My sheep got 6 meloxicam 2x day. I get one. And yes, I stashed the extras for myself when he passed on.

Too true. And I lose them. I have a drawer with backup pairs. 11 at last count.

Bouvier puppy holding a blue bite toy in her mouth and glaring at the camera.

Gotta get you bite toy. They don’t pop like balls do.

Every time I think I’ve completely assimilated to the west coast someone standing in line behind me at the bakery overhears me order coffee and a sandwich and looking puzzled asks “Are you from Pittsburgh?” The accent that never goes away.

I can’t get a full size sheet of plywood in my trailer towing pickup but I can in my Chrysler mini van dog hauler. Irony.

I drive an F250 pulling a 27’ trailer. I also ride a three-wheeled motorcycle. Guess which one requires a license endorsement? Insane.