I've been a fan of Patty Paine's work for a while now. Her first full-length
collection, The Sounding Machine, is
a beautiful book, and I'm looking forward to the release of her next
collection, Grief & Other Animals.
Until then, I'll have to be patient, and after reading one of Paine's new
poems, "Antiphony," in the May 2015 issue of Thrush, I know her new collection will be worth the wait.
Go back to that stream, touch
your lips to the cold, clear quivering,
draw into yourself a time when it was simple
as this to be quenched, to draw in what was