Wild Flowers of America
Notes on Herbal Remedies
Muddy the waters of your faith,
crush the petals, make a paste.
Apply liberally to scratches and bruises.
The ghostflower feeds on the bodies
of those decaying around it.
Sing to the Azan flower?
Children should be warned,
they are not who they are.
Use the roots of the white baneberry
to rally the dead, black snakeroot
to expel the dance of St. Vitus from
the little girls with mouths like
bags of worms.
Manton Church Camp, Summer 1994
I saw two beings walking towards me in a field. I was sitting up in my bed in the loft of my grandma’s cabin, staring out the small window to the open field. They made jerking movements as they walked and the air around them was vibrating, like they did not have a solid form. Their movements were slow and slightly out of sync, like the frequency they existed on was not stable and was fading in and out. As I stared out the window of the loft in the cabin, I tried to make the things familiar.
Is it a Prophecy
is it the Blood Moon
I saw no fairies last night
only a black disk vibrating
in full eclipse
Patti Jeane Pangborn is a PhD student at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette, studying English with a concentration in Creative Writing. She holds an MFA in poetry from Columbia College Chicago. Her poems have appeared in Columbia Poetry Review issue 27 and Shadowgraph Quarterly. She is originally from Michigan.
Well-I am satisfied and sufficiently weirded out