Poetry: Two Poems By Ana Pattacini


Sister Moon


The simmering silence
was slow and nebulous
I strained to see….
Nothing seemed real,
except for, maybe,
the moon in the distance.
I admired what the heavens had to
the cool moon moved slowly
through its phases,
and caused shadows to form
on our haggard faces.



Gauze and Tape


The survival
of a new soul is
(has to be)
I found one once
writhing on a lonely shore
on a dry and icy cold
December morn,
and nursed it back to health
with simple things,
like gauze and tape,
so as not to cause more harm.



Ana Pattacini is an adjunct professor of math at Blue Ridge Community College.

Sandi Tomlin-Sutker
Written by Sandi Tomlin-Sutker