I’m honored to have my poem “They Tell Me” accepted at Harrow House Journal, a space specifically dedicated to healing and a home for works on trauma, loss, and grief. Editor Kahn actually emailed about another poem which I was just withdrawing, and was very kind in finding space for another of my submitted pieces. “They Tell Me” is centered around my father’s addiction, which I tackle in my writing quite a bit. It’s like a loose or sore tooth that the tongue keeps returning to, to check if the pain response is still active, to see if anything has changed, to see if it still tastes like blood. I worry readers will get bored with it, but I’m still searching for the magic poem I might write that would give me closure. I’m grateful for journals like Harrow House that will accept these poems, and for Harrow House specifically as a space that doesn’t just accept but is dedicated to being a space where poets can lay down their loss.
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