Meredith Harmon

Joined June 2021

435 stories

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Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.

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On the Bank
I sat down on the muddy grass and let the sun soak into my skin with gentle caresses. Croaks, plops, splashes, honks, squonks, keens, blue jay screams, zooming buzzes greet my arrival.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Fossilized
Do you recall that old, cold, deep, earthy scent, that shale makes? If you were to lick it, you would think it's the quintessential taste of rock.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
The Four C's
Of course I checked. I checked four times, and I even had my colleague here doublecheck just to make sure. I'm sorry, your diamond isn't real. It's not even close to what the valuation described.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
On Waking Up
What the heck did I just dream? Something something walking in a grey-gray city- The Big Apple? Rotten apple, more like. In the dream, I mean.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
On Falling Asleep
I need a new fantasy... Sitting here typing on a keyboard instead of trying to fall asleep, Cords like black and gray twisted forbidden spaghetti trailing down the stairs. Mmm, dusty.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Pawn to G-6
Poppin' pieces on the white, like a blizzard When we play we do it right, go for the gizzard Fianchetto with my bishop (with my bishop), glide to N-f-6
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
PEZ-ure Hunt
Wow, this place is full. Sure, it's still technically summer, but I rather expected most of these kids to be in school already. Mine, on the other hand, go back after Labor Day, so I thought we had a week where we could take a bit of a vacation. And early in the week is supposed to be the quiet time, right?
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Psyche
Kindness Carousel
Sometimes the kindness of strangers makes a difference. It was early in the day, and there were lines of people coming in to park in the lots surrounding Historic Smithville. Most stores were still closed, so we thought we'd take the kids to the carousel first. They're young, and at that perfect age where riding the horses is still magical.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Psyche
The Other Definition of Revenge
If you're white Anglo-Saxon Protestant, like me (guilty as charged, can't help my genetics, but I can psychoanalyze the eff outta them genes), you've heard this phrase:
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Motivation
The Wild X-Wing
Just built a wild X-Wing, man those vanes sound like they're singing Woo, woo, woo-ooo That there's my rad Artoo, he's the brains that keeps me winging
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Eye of the Storm
Susurrative noises rustle in the trees, and I breathe in the restlessness of the air. Interruption, intrusion, converts to stillness and settling as the cool breeze pauses.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Creative Kenning
Susurration stilled, shushing sounds surrounding stressful squeaks, silly squabbles. Irritating interruptions interrogate inner imaginings, instilling inexplicable images.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets