by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 24, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Deathbed Fantasia as now melts & nowhere goes nowhere we wash up breathless a box of blue light star-cushioned harvesting morphine-thick razorlick-blueberry-pinch &...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 23, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
You Again across the street I am washed off my feet my heart splashes up into pieces as if someone has thrown a stone into the pool of me all these years I thought myself dry ground but I am a stream a loch a river brim full sequinned with...
by Sabine Wilson-Patrick | Aug 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Grief shows me just another sunset Dusk is dancing & all the visual technologies at hand feel overwhelmed: mobile eye, pit pastels, graphic card. It’s down to language, then, imagine. Above parade pearlescent clouds looking more...
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...
