This year most of
the world walked
a bit in my
self-isolation moccasins
Author Archives: Jennifer Patino
Grrr-ipped: A Poem
Understanding
isn’t something
I can grovel for
Notice a Pattern
Yes, there are dark corners
to cling to
I Hate This Dream
on a crumbling seawall
you wanna talk
ultimate dreams
Elliott
There’s a way back to blue
& to you, but we couldn’t
remind you in time
Prose-Poem: The Placing
The green of the air.
The scent of choking desert.
Movie Mothers
I want to call you up
and say that every
movie I watch lately
stars you.
Motor
Now my mouth doesn’t know what
my shadow is saying.
The Miracle
“The miracle wasn’t that the statues were crying;
It was in the amount of people who undoubtedly
believed that they were witnessing one.”
Harlequin Frames
while deciphering spatter, I remember
your squinting, your pondering,
& the magnetics of twiddling fingers