Trish Saunders A Rainy Morning in Top Pot Doughnuts Joanna thuds down her coffee pot: “This is all I have to give, take it”— How far away summer seems, how very far away. Trish Saunders, known as Patty through high school, recalls bizarre youthful risks such as hitchhiking and Toni home perms. She lives in […]
Read MoreTrish Saunders The Laundromat Sisters of King Street, Honolulu We are fruit pickers, complaint takers, students, mothers, too broke to afford a washer-dryer unit but tonight! yes, one night at least, our heads will rest on pillows scented with Tide and DownySoft. Trish Saunders, known as Patty through high school, recalls bizarre youthful risks such […]
Read MoreTrish Saunders Before the Tornado When I say the sky is shrieking I am really saying hold me, the wind is tormenting the trees. Trish Saunders lives in Seattle and thinks frequently about Yosemite.
Read MoreTrish Saunders In the midst of terror, a lifeline The park air is sweet with chili sauce and families when a teenager is pulled from the icy waters of Lake Washington still breathing, says a firefighter, & we exhale together. Trish Saunders is hopeful about November 2020
Read MoreTrish Saunders A Brief Startling Image When a door appeared in my living room, I opened it—wouldn’t you? that’s when the man flew in here I’m lost, he panted, I never learned the proper use of wings I pitied him, but how beautiful the green earth must have appeared flying above it for the first […]
Read MoreTrish Saunders The Other Side of the Pacific Even here, I feel the shudder of cement landing on ancient Hawaiian farmland. Trish Saunders is hopeful about November 2020
Read MoreTrish Saunders To the actor portraying Federico Garcia Lorca You are old now, too old for this part leave Lorca dreaming of apples in his Spanish grave, and tend to your own trees, with plums full of worms. Trish Saunders writes poems from Honolulu and Seattle and, in her imagination, from the shores of Crescent Lake.
Read MoreTrish Saunders Uncomplaining Poems Lunchtime Détente I pretend your rhinestone bracelet glitters from your wrist and not the floor— you will gaze at the ceiling when our waiter hands over my credit card, hesitates before speaking.
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