pattyjo

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The Rose Room, 1973

All the nameless men, the Jims and Joes and Davids, at the rail on this training ground. From our vantage point we can not see their eyes, the other girls and I. Light shines against us, but it flows around them leaving their faces blank. It is not for us to see them, not for us to choose.

Patricia J. McLean

tuesday on Powell

The sun is in the east, backlighting the slender blond haired woman in ponytail cutoff jeans a lightweight jacket over her torso. One leg is bent at the knee, the other straight. She dangles a cigarette from her right hand. A man with a bicycle stands a few feet from, and to the south, of her. The man sits motionless astride the bike

Patricia J. McLean

Signal

Two long skinny rows of cars one going west, one east push the air, it folds, tires swish. I’m exposed on two wheels, I feel the air. We wait for the light to change your arm hangs out the window and I watch you drop a little piece of something you held, covertly, as if to hide it from the driver or anyone who might be watching as if I were undercover, a bicycle cop, […]

Patricia J. McLean