Things I Have Made Laurie Kirkpatrick

A poem from which to look over a lifetime of making and unmaking from decisions to a painting.  I admire the craft in this list and the detail makes it a joy to read.


Things I Have Made                                                                                    Laurie Kirkpatrick


Two woven baskets,

A tree stripped of its bark with hand tools,

The blue wool skirt which had to be remade by a seamstress

and which I never wore because my mother chose the scratchy fabric,

Intimate conversation with strangers,

Phone calls to influence elections,

A mess of several love relationships,

The permanent knot in my lower left back,

My mother’s eulogy,

Monster plants,

A home,

Disembodied leaps from the high dive,

A chemistry concoction over which I convinced my little sister to stand vigil

lest the house explode,

Superstitious gestures begging god for favors,

Countless walks to the top of the same hill,

Two female infants: a semi-cooperative venture,


A fingerpainting in blood,

Kisses so ardent and tender they constituted a sacrament,

Halloween costumes for Cyndi Lauper and Madonna,

A letter of gratitude to my father,

A hospital for the goldfish,

The magic concordance with the moon and trees in a wooded clearing

which caused a strange cat to jump into my arms,

Poems which stood like thrown pots on their own surprising, little legs,

A fool of myself, throwing the naked party where nobody got naked but me,

A mola for a wedding present, a Chinese coins quilt for a death present,

The circle of safety in which my insomniac husband can sleep,

In proper perspective, very little difference,

But a great cup of coffee,

and Music.


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