World Poetry Celebrates Patrick De Moss from Canada!

Ariadne’s Notes:  The World Poetry Café Radio Show , on August 4th, CRFO 100.5 FM  Welcomed  The Talented Poet and author Patrick de Moss to the show with his creative and distinctive style of poetry. E-poems by Lini Grol , Canada and Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri! CLICK HERE to hear Patrick de Moss and Anupma Garg.

World Poetry Café Radio Show Team: Ariadne Sawyer, MA, Radio Host and Producer, Neal Ryon, co-host, Engineer Victor Schwartzman , Volunteer: Sharon Rowe.

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Playwright, poet, prose writer, as well as former gravedigger, hotline psychic (no really), line cook, chef, waiter and a few other things in between, Patrick de Moss lives in the Vancouver area with his ghosts and good coffee. He is the author of the short story collection “Kings of Nowhere”, available on Amazon.ca, as well as three chapbooks of poetry – “Equinox”, “Lunephile” and “Lois Lane’s Lost Letters”. While trying to keep body and soul together he is working on a collection of poetry “Fertile Ground” and a novel that he seems to be keeping secret from even himself.

How small things saved the world

the rain came after all

seconds after you fell asleep, a gentle trickle on the window past tattered curtains

rivulets caught in yellow neon, prisms from the pizza store below us

& the promise of buttercups, dandelions, mustard grass tomorrow

small signs of spring, nothing glorious

but getting there, always getting there

 

& you slept with your mouth half open, soft hair on your upper lip caught in that constant light

that small fuzz you always wanted to erase, covered when you saw it in the mirror, blushing

& when you slept

I would kiss my finger and try to touch your lips without waking you

to bless them

every little hair you were embarrassed by

these were never imperfections, nothing of you asleep against me ever was*

 

in my best hours I know these things

hours when my wild, willful and weak heart grows

still

a quiet like the space of sound between each raindrop

 

and in it I smell bulk shampoo

bought for the two of us to share together, the press of your slightly damp hair against the pillow

your body slightly damp in sweat pressed against me as you sprawled over the entire bed

when you still felt safe in my arms

when we were still allies

still more than the sum of the worst in us

the breathing in cancelling the darker moments out

until only the breathing remained

only the breath moving us through the rainy night until morning

getting there, always trying

just to get to sunrise.

Patrick de Moss (C) All rights reserved.

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