Second dispatch from an inflamed Los Angeles, January, 2025
#WOW
Literally the only word I had in me after reading this piece.
Like your teacher Galway Kinnell, you are an inspiration, a muse among the ashes: “Write tomorrow an elegy so that it will scowl at death defiantly like a trickster or government official and trade destinies with the Phoenix.”
So many incredible lines. So many devastating images. Thank you for your work, thank you for surviving, thank you for chronicling.
Harmony, this piece is catastrophic. my god. safety and blessings to you, to your loved ones, to LA.
This right here…
"I assign my crooked backbone
to the dice maker, to chop up into dice,
for casting lots as to who shall see his own blood
on his shirt front and who his brother's,
for the race isn't to the swift but to the crooked."
still tryna catch my breath. Harmony is one of the greatest. stay blessed Sis
good god… i hope yall are taking care. sending love
#WOW
Literally the only word I had in me after reading this piece.
Like your teacher Galway Kinnell, you are an inspiration, a muse among the ashes: “Write tomorrow an elegy so that it will scowl at death defiantly like a trickster or government official and trade destinies with the Phoenix.”
So many incredible lines. So many devastating images. Thank you for your work, thank you for surviving, thank you for chronicling.
Harmony, this piece is catastrophic. my god. safety and blessings to you, to your loved ones, to LA.
This right here…
"I assign my crooked backbone
to the dice maker, to chop up into dice,
for casting lots as to who shall see his own blood
on his shirt front and who his brother's,
for the race isn't to the swift but to the crooked."
still tryna catch my breath. Harmony is one of the greatest. stay blessed Sis
good god… i hope yall are taking care. sending love