by Michael Aaron Harrington

Squeaky board—
yawning black doorways
my face calves into the fracture

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Sidewalk magpie—

pines breathe snow
shivering through concrete

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Black spot—
mineral rain scours

saffron skin

About the author
Michael Aaron Harrington is a poet whose work investigates rupture, memory, and the uncanny. He writes across micro-forms with an emphasis on psychological and atmospheric tension. Michael Aaron Harrington can be found on Bluesky at cinnatus@bsky.social

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