Stephanie and I made a little world and we lived in it. A long goodbye. My life is in tatters. Yours has ended. So sorry. This short poem is from a collection Patrick called Scattered Notes.odt dated from 2014 to 2016. I’ll continue to add other segments as time allows. PatrickPatrick Meadows 1934 – 2017. […]
Several years before Patrick died he began sending me manuscripts and documents, boxes of them. During a 2014 visit we discussed these a bit, then shifted gears slightly to my own collection. This is that short recording. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Here is a collection of poems I found on his computer in the file poems.odt. They were written over several decades and compiled a few years before he died. These are based on the tag “poems.odt” I used to identify the works from that file. JPI’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
I speak fire I crackle in prose Mundane articles and prepositions Singe the page Incendiary verbs glow with the passion of feverish expression There can be no darkness In the flicker of sentence, In the passage of phrase I speak fire I am light Copyright © 2009, 2019 John […]
Mo 2 1 uhr 56, 29. 6.1992 I could not believe, I was totally unprepared for The sinking feeling Which hit me. All my insides seemed to drop through to the floor. My knees trembled, My hands shook. Then, walking, trying to pull myself together, I saw the color fading from the mountain, and either […]