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lifeinpoetry · 1 year
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It is my intention to listen, but my hands keep giggling while reminding me I don’t get to be a human being for very long, as if this were the punchline to a joke whose first half I missed. I arrived too late. I typically arrive about three years too late. I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face, but I was not ready. I was still on my way.
— Mikko Harvey, from "Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield," Let the World Have You
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maybuds · 2 years
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WIND-RELATED RIPPLE IN THE WHEATFIELD Mikko Harvey
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evadneares · 2 months
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Mikko Harvey, "Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield"
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callmeforasadtime · 2 years
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VISERYS & DAEMON
a brother named gethsemane, natalie diaz / the brothers karamazov, fyodor dostoevsky / wind-related ripple in the wheatfield, mikko harvey / he ain’t heavy, he's my brother, the hollies
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e.m. forster / unknown / leonard freed / james baldwin, giovanni's room / helena janecic, young slavonian women / mikko harvey, wind-related ripple in the wheatfield
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havingapoemwithyou · 9 months
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wind-related ripple in the wheatfield by Mikko Harvey
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firstfullmoon · 3 years
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I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face but I was not ready. I was still on my way. I was lingering inside the perspective of the spider I noticed crawling along the baseboard. You fried an egg. Is it possible to change who we basically are? Thank you for serving me cups of lemon tea with honey in it. Even though such copious amounts of liquid would no doubt drown the insect I imagined myself to be, that was kind of you.
— Mikko Harvey, from “Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield”
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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years
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Blair + prose & poetry 2/3
Clementine von Radics, “Sweet the Sound” / 3.17 "Inglorious Bassterds" / Maya C. Popa, "Dear Life" / Iris Murdoch, The Philosopher’s Pupil / Siaara Freeman, “Erasure Poem From Bone Thugs N Harmony’s Crossroads” / Leila Chatti, "Echo (All She Lost She Lost)" / Sarah Kay, "The Type" / Mikko Harvey, "Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield"
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carryingpitchers · 2 years
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Mikko Harvey - ”Wind-related Ripple In The Wheatfield”
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I typically arrive three years too late. I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face but I was not ready. I was still on my way.
“Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield,” Sixth Finch (Spring 2021)
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firstfullmoon · 3 years
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Wherever you are / is a country. Touch it softly / to make it stand still.
Mikko Harvey, from “Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield”
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