Pat Lee
Pat Lee doesn’t do bios; he does poetry, pottery, precision, and punctuation (and alliteration). He lives in the middle of the City of Los Angeles, surrounded by wildlife, and has the impertinence to find this hilarious.
in coast land's bright brush
mighty sequoia in flames
red woods give birth
Lichtenberg Poem
the words flash onto paper
like lightning through a plank
spreading in fractal antipatterns
just as easily burnt into retinas
never quite identical but always
the same chaos ink in the end
NO POEM HERE
Meter in
Rhyme out
Insert senryu
Receive haiku
But you only gave me the newspaper
So I'm giving you shit
Footnotes[1]
[1]There is a certain music to the feet,
bare toes marching out an even beat,
noting tempo in the crumbling dune,
skips and steps, marking out a metered tune-
journeying through blank coasts and sailing free
on an ocean of musicality.
Eulogy for a Shelter Cat
The pain was unbearable yesterday; even before
you left.
It hurt then. It still hurts. It always will.
But that's why I adopted you.
Not for fun; not for company.
Not for love; not for me.
Not really.
I took you in to feel this sorrow; to feel this pain.
Because I would rather grieve for all eternity
than have let you pass unknown
and unmourned.
Thoughtflints
From
these thoughtflints
—sparks of ideas—
trekking through her skins
come the words
of great
writers.
Sibling Rivalry
The
triplets always
fight and argue
over the empty grave;
locked in perpetual, bitter wars
over which of them
was a child
of their
father.
