Harrison Angelini

CONTACT:
hp.angelini@gmail.com           

BIO:
Harrison Angelini moved to Ashland, Wisconsin in 2022 to work as an Archaeologist. He has a MA in Anthropology from the University of Buffalo where he studied Early Medieval European vampire folklore. He has been writing poetry on and off since 2014. His poetry follows themes of love, relationships, perception, semiotics, mental illness, and trauma. Presently he does not have any publications but hope to one day!

Poetry

Time Pases

I miss you,
Like a low tide misses the shore.
I miss you,
Like the moon misses the sun.
I miss you,
Like the Oak misses its leaves. 

But the tides rise rhythmically,
Consistently.
Time passes,
But the tides know not.  

And the moon dances across vaulted sky’s,
Accordantly.
Time passes,
But the moon knows not. 

For the tide knows,
That it will rise to that shore again.
And the moon knows,
That it will see the sun at dawn.

But the Oak must wait.

The Oak knows time,
For the Oak must grow.
Its rhythm depends on its cultivation. 

As each leaf falls
The Oak is fortified,
Nourished by its ephemeral explosion of colors.
A necessary preparation for this,
Bleak season.

The Oak knows that this winter will not last,
That in spring it’s leaves will return.
It knows that it wont have to be strong all on its own.
Time passes,
And this the Oak knows.

Sleepless

If I’m awake tonight,
Then perhaps you’re dreaming of me?
How enchanting that would be!
To lie awake is agonizing,
But to occupy your mind is ever a delight!
I am exhausted tonight. 

If you are dreaming of me,
Then I will fight the dawn,
I will wish on every star to stop the sun’s rise.
I will plead with Luna to cease her orbit.

If only to be on your mind tonight.

If tomorrow night you lie awake,
Then perhaps I will get to dream of you!
How extraordinary this would be!
All I ask is that on such a night,
That you will fight the dawn for me?