I like unadorned things. Useful things. Clean. Clear. Without artifice.   Simple   ice on a melted day sleep in darkened rooms sheets a cool embrace golden raisins, purple olives and goat cheese a creamy salted-sweet melange [If you’re enjoying my poems, why not check me - Brenda Joyce Patterson - out on social media: … Continue reading Plain


So much of ourselves seem to originate outside consciousness, outside volition. Thoughts, feelings. Our obsessions. We’re always trying to figure ourselves out, aren’t we? Interrogation The words come molasses thick dark, slow, and sticky on the page some jaw-achingly sweet most steeped in earthiness musky and elemental It’s best not to question them in the … Continue reading Transmogrification