Author Archives: Pat Mellow

He texts about the weather. Cues a domino dropped of shops, their fronts make way for prows, with navy-grey erasing chimneys and pools inches outside below gulfing the building. Never a town or a storm or a pair’s friendship shown – only weaving cloud monkeys. Cocking glances at a perplexing now, mowing it or aContinue reading “Poem: From Me to Him in Rain that is Fine”