Patty
As all eyes close against younothing that really matters could yield to the wisdomwith which you suffer like an amorphous shadereaching over the desperate...
new chairs
i didn't expect whitebut i knew black was outmaybe natural wood
anything to replacethe worn out and breakingcane-bottomed kitchen chairs
chairs that had lastedfar beyond...
puddling
late summer sunbeams
fall through forest leaves
wet with recent rain
my path beside the creek
slippery with puddles
mud and round wet stones
without warning
a cloud...
Afterward, in Waves
I’m no longer afraid of not doingthe right thing.
I leave clothes on the drying rackfor days.
Reading, I eat chocolate,smear the page.
It’s not...
Nighttime on the cusp of madness
Nighttime ghosts cackle,eyes shut, painful gut,in a rut of another sleepless hour,no power to shutoff thoughts, delaysolutions, resolutions, absolutions,passing...
The Reflection Terrace at Brookside Gardens
I am still water
I take on the color of thehedge-pine greens thegeese-moss browns thetortoise-rock grays theazalea-breeze pinks thebride-haze whites...
POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...
