Edward Harsen~

Poetry Collection~

Edward Harsen’s Poetry Collection~

Bio: Edward Harsen works in New England and the Mid Atlantic, where he manages commercial properties. Edward spent fifteen years in the printing trade, during which time he worked for Street Magazine and Street Press. Since 2001, he has been researching business relationship methods, supply chain management and absolute competitiveness. Edward’s poetry has been published by Long Island Press, Shrub Oak, analogpress and Street Press. He has also written several white papers on contract management. He lives in Valatie, NY, with his wife Jeanine and two children, Johnathan and Sebastian.

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Early Snow on Scarlet Ivy

Spoken Word I see Peekskill Hollow deepen as I roll over Hamburg Mountain, ignore the pressure against my inner ear, tricked eyes resting on the lesser Catskills until the plunge past Breakneck Lane curves an undercut stone bridge, a lunge like sun down the ridge, or your long slalom schussing a flurry of t-cells. We Read More

Acclimatized

You have been after that banana for days, had junky food up to your eyes, had some bad water in seventy-five, dysentery, too. They start so green, the plantain, so spider-rich and rigid, they are dismissible in the contusing dawn of straw, black, blue, goose and salmon berries. So at noon, soup. Later comes thunder Read More

Thank You, Maria Colvin

In a crater in an apartment in Homs, there is a satchel of ripstop nylon that will not melt even at mortar temperatures, covered now in pulverized stone – a kit of necessity smuggled to families become infernal. A sin of shells arcs darkly into hollow kitchens and gardens, through air sick with your last Read More

Four Celsius

Bole-mate of grey rabbits, red maple root fretter: under the ground runs Jack o’the Green. He told me the tips of twigs and whistled me a steam air over frozen dark moss. He danced a single jig of snow letting go, a treble jig for ice flow. I huddled and huffed blue belief, I hunkered Read More

Three Sisters

Change overcame me in the Cascade Range. The McKenzie-Bend Highway runs west from Deschutes, along Three Sisters into the Santiam shadow of Three Fingered Jack, and the glacier lying like a coin in his palm. I drove all day under the eyes of that family as they held up the sky, swerving past a chattered Read More

Interrupted by Perpetual Anger by Edward Harsen

The insects have passed insistence and are verging on malicious. What are the pupal drosophilae gleaning in a week that they chew me? Summer sunspot storms accompany sudden shrieks since cicadae have lost their calendar. Their clouds return yearly, strewing thumb-sized carcasses, thrummed hollow. And the sleepy bumble bees, now simply mindful missiles, fill my Read More

Nous Danson sur un Volcan by Edward Harsen

Early summer night, the sky lit with a sundown so far west it’s nearly north. Somewhere in the yard the darkening wet cracks in heat lightening. You & I have harried each other all day – see how far we bend, which way we won’t, our chests’ bass serenade becomes a bone-marrow beat we learn Read More

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