by patti sinclair
tell us about your mother’s lands place of birth weather, geography sunny days what sign social forces state of the fridge or icebox where the power was stored who cared what for survival how full the cup not the volume of market points latest game of raw politics, induced well-being, tell us about your mother’s pain was it defused did it seep, flood, swirl was it baked into bread drained into soil felled into thick silt did it germinate hang on the line displaced swallowed did it grow tough? did it linger, reveal shimmer, was it able to blush to bloom? pain is no shame an out-of-the-blue to medicate secret to be muted it can be a bird to fly an ocean to swim muscle to build a kind of practice an art this suffering a guide tell us about your mother’s pain
patti sinclair’s poems have ridden buses,
surfed radio-waves,
live in journals, & been executed
at poetry, art, & music festivals.
This past year delivered
THE RIGHTFULSKIN, with Rose Garden Press,
the late season maintains a future with At Bay Press,
& poetry is screaming at the back wall
with The Soap Box Press.
More: @locating the beauty & poet-at-large.blogspirit.com
Author portrait: Kim Blair: The Poetic Face :https://kimblairartist.blogspot.com/
Capital City Press Anthology 