count seven gardens in your yard hard-boil solid in your black boots grown straight from dirt flower-peppered dresses for everyday of your week for shade, babushkas the colours of pysankas cheeks varnished round smooth as egg shells laughter the clucking of hens ~ Patricia Sinclair Patti Sinclair is published with Palabras Press, Synchronicity, The Prairie […]
Filed under: Patti Sinclair by akublik Date 24 January, 2008
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red barn with wide hips deep in the bales have heydays of dreams we marry brothers so our families can stay forever twined where kittens of wild cats hang stubborn to dried cords, you cut them off- these places that save us and the horses- learn to ride western, bareback it was this, or religion […]
Filed under: Patti Sinclair by akublik Date 21 January, 2008
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