Publishing credits: Anderbo, Red Booth, Inner Art Journal, Wordsmith, Fortunates, Dark Matter and soon to be published in Lalitamba, The Voices Project and Scapegoat Review.
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RULES FOR EATING OUT
by
Patricia
George I am an animal hovering and glowering over my food. No trading bites. No swapping tomatoes for cucumber.
I spill the salt and draw a line on the table with my finger: my side, your side. Thoughtsmith
#6 (3.1)-2012 Darkness Staggering through Byron’s Darkness, Drunk on his words, Meaning jack hammering My hard spots, I realize that Something black and heavy just Plowed
through me. |
Fountain Drinks
You had to be cool
if you knew how to order
a suicide coke.
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No Veggies
Given a choice
he would rather drag
a table full
of vegetables
behind him for life
rather than have to
ever eat them
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FORTUNATES
Profoundly Bite-sized Literature
04.08.2012
Toupee on the
sidewalk
Somewhere a bald man
FORTUNATES
Profoundly Bite-sized Literature
07.22.2012
Most things are not pink.
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patricia george
April
29, 2012 Comments Off
my thought of peace vanished
I did not see it pass
some unworthy distraction
caused the moment
to be lost
the dream chased me
soap would not dislodge
it finally
retreated
into the oblivion
of the day’s work
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September 2, 2012 Comments Off
the cold tide washed over me
the ocean pounded
in
my heart
I tasted its salt
and became everything
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patricia george
January 3, 2013 Comments Off
I didn’t feel the
falling
even though I was there
not knowing
until it
was too late
like leaves tumbling down
in my heart
to lose love
before winter
it’s lonely
even when missing
the atmosphere is thick with his presence
stuck to the walls
the floors
the furniture
infusing my mental ether
The Voices Project
Beyond~ By Patricia George
07/23/2013
I see the one mind dreaming
our lives
In the Imaginarium
Asking us to open
We have no understanding
Life as we think it is not possible
The stars and waters of the ocean
As we see them are not possible
Relax and open and don’t worry about
What might lie beyond
The last lonely star is born
Lives and dies alone in the frozen darkness
At the end of light
The sea washes deep
Beyond the last heavenly mark
Where the angels can no longer fly
Open your
minds
Open your hearts
Open your hands
And be thankful for what comes
THE MILO REVIEW
Will be publishing my non fiction story soon- Septemberish- it is called Not Well Done
THE SCAPEGOAT
REVIEW
Will be publishing another of my non fiction works this fall- called The Nancys.
LALITAMBA
They are publishing two of my poems in their next issue to be out soon.