Nick Patrick : Writing

Canoe

Canoe

A Poem by Nick Patrick


Hello, canoe How do you do? Is there something new? I found you in two More red than blue Get you s..
Hibernation

Hibernation

A Poem by Nick Patrick


The cave’s black top clamors me forth With its wistful pattern reaching my ears Through lauding wh..
Critical Condition

Critical Condition

A Poem by Nick Patrick


Where is the nerve that meets muscle with bone? The mind has divorced body and the soul is alone Cascading..
Hands: Not just Tools

Hands: Not just Tools

A Poem by Nick Patrick


When I reflect on the power of my hands I see not purpose but utmost pride And admit with clarity where they ..
Carniferous

Carniferous

A Poem by Nick Patrick


Let not indifference become my poor state To have sun shine through these cold dark trees Would be a rare..
Wrath

Wrath

A Poem by Nick Patrick


Paralyzed in torment the body lies still Mixing and churning the insides at will Calculating nerves sprea..
The Yarn I Am In

The Yarn I Am In

A Poem by Nick Patrick


Half awake I see the future Past slowly becoming the suture To mend and make amends Some guiding light, ..