He said he left a twenty on the tableShe blind, too -much-to-drink-disabled“You must have seen me. Now we’re getting into trouble,” says he.Before she even got her sentence out — —Slight snarl, his, underground madness bubbling up – potent bitches brew.She so high – adrenal-estro– rush.expectant, peppermint in snow. She knew it wasn’t love.Fine. ________What […]
Author: Patricia Brody
Patricia Ann Brody is a poet, whose two books are American Desire (FLP 2009) and Dangerous to Know (Salmon, 2013) mental health professional, Also Brody’s a 2004 graduate of Marilyn Hacker’s and Barry Wallenstein’s life-changing Creative Writing/English Lit Graduate Program at CCNY. Her poems in this issue of BigCityLit were selected by Nicholas Johnson with whom Patricia shared a delight-filled, tender friendship, lit by Nick’s gorgeous poetry soul. Nick’s life and work are a poem. Brody and husband Tom Kostro are parents of 3 grown children: Nick was a guest in our Wash Heights apartment and loved our family. Patricia’s daughter Katrina Kostro’s artwork and sonnets were often chosen by Nick and can be found in past issues of BCL.
RIP darling Nicky, Write on. And on.
Thanksgiving
Bares me thisMessage — raveled hope of mail, re-routedTo our suburban forest. One scrawny pine boughFlickered over sun-patch on the soon–to-slumber earth.Next day dawned unseasonal — global warmthTakes diverse narratives. I’ve forgotten the exactDefinition of String but I heardA low whistle, quick rustleThrough the four-five curled leaves(Remains of last month’s finery) seismic plungePrized tanager, red […]
PORCIÓN OF PASIÓN
You made me. Oh youmade me, so pearled and quakingI fell down your lava stonescoming to pieces under your blue-black… what spiked with Southern stars breath of starsbut then — you dumped melike the Dipper, tossed into the balmy night. Thank God the children wake (I made them), half the world away eyes ablaze with trust. Packed with need, […]
