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.
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.
