Ode to the Analog Age
Praise the newspaper tossed each morning by a boy on a bicycle, ink of newsprint, thinness of paper.
Praise phone booths where we waited in line and paid...
I Want Better
I want better.
I find this double mindedness debilitatingAnd I am hating the outcomes that I see
I want to flee from realityBecause of...
Morning Coffee
shockingly bitter like a friend with a dirty secret
the fun of Robusta is its acridity, acidity flavor brash as a sharp-accented lemon...
Punk Rock
I’m going to sponsor a punk
rock concert: in exchange for
a ticket, everyone who comes
is given a musical instrument,
chairs on the stage so people
can...
Escape Velocity
Whenever clouds enshroudOrion’s hourglass of starsand the moon stays concealed,I feel a sadness, as if left alone.
Yet how many times have I seen,in...
Kiarra Patterson is a finalist in Day Eight's annual open-to-all poetry competition, the DC Poet Project. Read more about the DC Poet Project here and attend the...
The women in a familyI.In softest cream cashmere, silk drapingwrists of verbena, vanilla, rose.Bronze chargers under china, layersof scent: rosemary roasting turkey, breadbaking. Today...
These poems were commissioned by Day Eight within a project funded by DC Mayor Muriel Bowser’s Office of AAPI Affairs, directed by Regie Cabico.
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