by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 5, 2026 | Featured, Translation, Word & Image
i chose the cat I placed my cold, white, thin fingers in the warm folds of catskin and hair but the cat spat and spoke dicer’s oaths, projecting catspittle through a small red toothless space, keeping one yellow pirate eye fixed on the hem of my...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 31, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Beginner’s Italian In Italian I have no inner life. With no past or future tense My needs are immediate. I have hunger. I eat. I have thirst. I drink. I have the name for wine not peas. The heat is good. I want. Yes, I sleep well, thank...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 30, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
I sit on the grass and listen to the earth purring rose is thirsty rose senses water rose root rummages in the earth rose root punctures lung and frontal lobe rose stem is a green straw sucking rose stem sways like a tail rose thorn is a...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 29, 2026 | Uncategorized
Out a found poem from a Google search ‘define out’ no longer detained in prison in the middle of nowhere no longer involved in a competition not at home or one’s place of work away from the goal the finishing line the designated playing area...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Jul 28, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Pigeon Politics Pigeons have invaded the garden, two then four, then a flock. They roost in the apple tree to nest, reconnoitre or mate ignore my sorties to deter them and shit without stint on patio and herb bed, foul lovely hyssop and...
