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Patricia Michael Morimando was born in Syracuse, New York, and grew up on Oneida Lake, north of Syracuse. From an early age, Pat drew and painted; she was an art student all through her early schooling, and attended Syracuse University School of Fine Arts after graduating from high school.

She moved to New York City when she was twenty-two and met her husband there (a jazz musician). She has written poetry on and off most of her life, but has focused exclusively on it for the past five years, and has self-published six chapbooks as well as edited and published other poets' work. Pat leads the Jefferson Market Library poetry workshop and helped publish two of the group's chapbooks....
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Naked
by Jamila T. Collymore
A Glorious Revolution
by Jaffa Forbes
Misled
by Eric S. Cunningham
My friend..
by Randa Hamid
The Last Shot
by Greg Urbaitis
The Pursuit of Happiness
by Randa Hamid
Breathe
by Frank Illo
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I've never thought about why I write. I've thought over and over about what I write, what inspires me, who I hope to reach, if it's any good or if it's crap. I've written after experiences or from odd things I've heard about. I was driving from L.A. to San Fran & passed a huge cattle yard and wrote a story from the cows' perspective.
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Jubilee Street

Smoky incense
orange, mango and pear
offered to buddha
in a wooden alcove.
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October 7th, 2008
 
 
The Daily Haiku
Asleep or awake
the night is long ©
the sound of rapids

- by Santoka (translated Stevens)
The Daily Poem
Heat
O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air--
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.

- by Hilda Doolittle
 
   
 
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