Patricia Carragon is an ad executive who moonlights as a poet at night.  Her poetry can be found on Poetz.com, Rogue Scholars, Mobius, Clwn Wr #41, Tamarind, and Jeff Wright’s Live Magazine.  Rogue Scholars Press produced her first book, Journey to the Center of My Mind, which was showcased at Poet's House in 2007.  She is in the anthology The Ice Road Poems, edited by Phil Linz and published by Fierce Grace Press.  She is also part of Evie Ivy's Dinner with the Muse, a Green Pavilion Poetry Anthology, due out late in the Fall of 2007.  She was interviewed by Christine Leahy in 2006 for the Park Slope Reader.  She was also interviewed by Linda Di Feterici for "Conversation w/Keith"@ http://www.eadonsplace.com/, aired on Live 365 in July 2007.  

Patricia has featured at numerous venues including the Telephone Bar, the Galapagos Art Space, The Carrozini von Buhler Gallery, the Clemente Soto Velez Cultural Center, the Cornelia Street Cafe, the Bowery Poetry Club, A Gathering of the Tribes, the Nightingale Lounge, the Moroccan Star, the Green Pavilion, Stark, and the Back Fence.  

She hosts and curates the Brownstone Poets in Brooklyn and is the editor of the Brownstone Poets 2007 Anthology.  Patricia is one of the hosts for ABC NO RIO on New York's Lower East Side.

 
Cats Chew Gum at Breakfast
 
 
 
cats chew gum at breakfast
 
dogs drink cocktails at noon
 
 
 
fish hooked on higher education
 
chickens scramble their nest eggs
 
 
 
horses try on new clothes
 
tigers strip off their stripes
 
 
 
elephant memories work for peanuts
 
donkeys sit on their asses
 
 
 
ferrets find Zen in corporations
 
monkeys move to the Vatican
 
 
 
angels swear to PETA gods
 
snakes sell apples on NASDAQ
 
 
 
NASA sends men to inner space
 
bumble bees grope for honey
 
 
 
war is attracted to bestiality
 
doves file for a divorce
 
 
  
 

The Bird 

Sun rises from bed,

Says good morrow 

To the stranger

 From another place 

Not a bird of prey,

But one of peace.

Tired, 

Yet pleased,

This bird has no regrets

 For leaving home.

She left the stuffy nest 

Built by her kindred

 From ordinary twigs. 

Her flock prefers

Familiar sky

And fear curiosity

Would break their wings.

But if bricks could speak, 

What tales they would tell.

She calls out to alleyways, 

Hoping cobblestones

Would give clues. 

But they’re the gatekeepers,

Sworn to secrecy,

Never to reveal

Enigma's face

Behind ancient masks. 

Willows whisper to the wind

And the bird listens. 

She sees herself

In the broken mirror 

Next to a wooden crate

And then,

Removes her mask.

 
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