Today I plan to add a few more paragraphs to my autobiography, a rather tedious work in progress with no end and no publisher yet in sight. Throughout my career I’ve published poems inspired by my own experiences growing up (we all do that), and on two previous occasions I’ve published collections of poems about various recollections. This one is in prose and includes much more about my life.
THE PURCHASE OF SMALL SECRETS was meant to share the musings of an introspective boy as he explored the world he lived in.
A Chip of Flint See this? Too thin for an arrowhead. Maybe a chip from the weapon being made by a master craftsman, flint in one hand antler tip in the other, strong wrists fashioning a new stone point. Did he pause in these woods silent alone or was he surrounded by chuckling comrades who winked at secrets as flint chips fell? It doesn't matter the chip was rejected by the arrowhead. I accept it as a gift from an unknown hand. ~ (c) 1988 David L. Harrison
CONNECTING DOTS invited the reader to connect the dots of my memories to form a clearer picture of how my life was shaped to become who I am.
I’m 15. My collections now fill one room in our house. The years of field trips and chance discoveries are adding up. THE COLLECTOR Mothballs? Yes, that’s what you smell – over here in my insect case. They keep the beetles from eating my bugs. That musty smell? You must mean bird wings pinned to the wall. Stand back some, they’re not so bad. A few little smells don’t bother me. They’re worth the price of actually owning a rattlesnake skin, a crow’s nest, a red fox hide I tanned myself. I touch my treasures, their fragrances perfume my room. Their stories live again, their memories sweeter. ~ (c) 2004 David L. Harrison So now I'm returning for a third time to the river of my life. I started the project a couple of years ago, imagining it as a play, but I decided that not even close friends and family could willingly sit through such drudgery. In the end I started over and am writing it as a sequence of moments and incidents that seem to me to have contributed to the making of a man who turned out to be a literacy advocate and writer of books and poems for young people. The journey has been long. I promise to make the book shorter.