We GhostA poem by Patrick Deeley We GhostA Haunting at Woodlawn Our thoughts nudge ahead of us to the dark.We are led by a candle that tilts,its flame cuffed by tiny, side-swipe blows.Along corridors, in and out of cubby-holeswe ghost,... Continue Reading →
The Garden SeatA poem by Patrick Deeley The Garden Seat Though there is the cracked bedroom ceilingand the scraping front gate, we give precedenceto restoring the garden seat. It mends usin return. Where flowers grow or die,how generously the sun... Continue Reading →
To a River TreeA poem by Patrick Deeley To a River Tree Each morning I stop on my long-winded walk,arm’s-length friendship, talk that isn’t talk,bridging the gap between us. Whether the riveris wild or tranquil, I know you’ll be here,who... Continue Reading →
The Inspiring of Molly HeaddA poem by Patrick Deeley The Inspiring of Molly Headd While rummaging among dust-furred bits and piecesjumbled under a bedand seeming to belong to no-one,you find a womanabout whom the world – if it ever supposed... Continue Reading →
The Lux HotelA poem by Patrick Deeley The Lux Hotel The carpet flows full and tenderas moss under our feet.The windows tilt and turnon the pivot of a thoughtto afford us day or night. Servicesecond-guesses everythingwe want, and when. We... Continue Reading →
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