Jennifer Patino

#NaPoWriMo: Day 18

my sister is
scarred and I
can count
her rib bones
like pick-up stix

#NaPoWriMo: Day 17

I used unraveled
tapes as ribbons
for the gift box
I put my heart in…

#NaPoWriMo: Day 16

One spark for life
and pale ash skin
becomes brazen.

#NaPoWriMo: Day 15

One can grow accustomed
to disappearing acts

#NaPoWriMo: Day 14

Some faces stay
with me, like a
mountain view

Thinking about Powwows During a Pandemic

It’s springtime in the middle of a pandemic and between the hand washing, concern, disinfecting, and time spent in prayer, I’m thinking about powwows.

#NaPoWriMo: Day 13

There were many terms for what happened.

#NaPoWriMo: Day 12

Risen

It really has been tomblike,
quieter during the night
as we wait…

#NaPoWriMo: Days 1-11

#NaPoWriMo 2020