11/23/2009
sink
want to sink into my life
this earth, changing all these plans
into dirt, throw a fist full
of seeds, dance on them
bleed them into wine
and I will sink, sink
as drink becomes my body
seeds become my soul
and green shoots
through the muck
of all
these plans
[c] 2009 patti sinclair
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10/19/2009
fortunate supper/pie in the sky
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09/10/2009
morning bath, september
windows translucent with steam
a dried sunflower, intact queen anne's lace
windowsill full of tools for the day
one navy, one sage towel
tea tree shampoo
outside, a paused birch aspen
watches over
its slow decline
plastic rinse cup
alchemical tarot deck
memoir from a neighbouring province
locally thrown mug
steady on it base, funneling
upward with attentive lupines
naked pit
from one discovered plum tree
eyes looking, wondering
if it is all
enough
(c) 2009 patti sinclair
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08/20/2009
pour out my mind
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07/19/2009
new reading series starts sept. 17.09
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really now
some knowing we don't
have to struggle
stir things up
can we say what is
truth, reality, darkness, light?
how we go forward, how long it
will take to find the tribe we belong
to, when and if we arrive
to see justice and love the way
we wanted
after judgement
how is it we feel we are
going to live forever and where
along the way we believed we
are the chosen ones
where in hell we picked that up
winters of our lives how
they hold such depths
soothing
women the healers now
drum us down to rivers
love of child
how each meeting
is like a bead
for stringing
and there
room for patience,
observance
bust-open-love
[c] 2009 patti sinclair
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07/17/2009
'red earth women presents'" reading series
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06/02/2009
w i n d o w
sleeping in the basement
for a full and
half moon
free-falling
told the window
i do not
open
pass through the pane
of power, congestion,
circulation
creation
not
many reminders -
being under
and all
i look:
long silver screw
hole
locked white to keep
the unwanteds
out
silver bar
which snaps
it closed
just a pluck away
from fresh freakish air
unfurling
ball of tolerance
bouncing
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05/13/2009
Spring Rolls
throw an apple up to air
cut it to a flame
bouquet of white flesh
borders bloom of red
column of heart's lips
reaching spring's light
© 2009 by Patti Sinclair
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05/01/2009
thinking of yas on yr daz bithday pazzed
been sa long since i writ ya
a pome
life just had a stroke
sh'said rehab duz wonders
they hav each oter them grls
and Ise tinks of ya
ya daz bithday day na
yr mum ner a yeer
and Ise went t'us be sestrs
kissin cuzins calld us
how weese playd rode swam t'githr
grews up
live in paradice nw
cum vizit
Ise miss ya
{C} 2009 patti sinclair
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04/09/2009
this alone
is no entrance to the sadness
in her heart, this
the grand burden, the one mercy
swirls around, spirals within,
corkscrews to the stone
caught
in the throat
light comes through the plank-boards
the stone of sadness,
the shame
its threat to cut the winds
and the worst
worn and water-logged I can still
beckon the chant
no place for this
no place for this
this alone
if I lived without restriction
this is what I'd tell you
able to name it
its clean verticalness
how it puts its frame around
restricts
and your softness
your love would cup me
and I would not die if I hit
the water, the wings
you would place on my back
as careful as a thread in the eye
of the needle, my fall-
a billowing skirt
so I write and write these postcards
yet nothing delivers
simply
if I lived without restriction
I'd say
loneliness
© 2009 Patti Sinclair
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