October
Already the ground is hardened, stiffand pockmarked with frost, the day brittle and sharp. Each inhale needles my chest and it reminds me of when you died—how we let out the breath we didn’t know…
Bellingham Review Contributor
Emily Harman is a queer poet based in the mountains and forests of the Pacific Northwest. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Chestnut Review, Wildness, Poetry Northwest, and elsewhere. Emily is currently an MFA candidate in poetry at the University of Montana, where she teaches creative writing and serves as Poetry Editor for Cutbank. She can usually be found outside.
Already the ground is hardened, stiffand pockmarked with frost, the day brittle and sharp. Each inhale needles my chest and it reminds me of when you died—how we let out the breath we didn’t know…