Patricia Williams

CONTACT:
E1910 County Road C
Iola, WI 54945
Email: ninegables.studio@gmail.com

BIO:
Patricia Williams, originally from the Chicago area, taught Art and Design, most recently spending 27 years as a professor at the University of Wisconsin – Stevens Point. Art, design, music and poetry, she feels, are natural partners, all creatively examining life and living. Williams began writing poetry in 2013 after retirement, learning by reading, attending workshops and rewriting, rewriting and more rewriting. Her work appears or is forthcoming online and in print journals and anthologies, including Fox Cry, Midwest Review, Negative Capability, Poetry Quarterly, Stoneboat Literary Review, Third Wednesday, among others. Her chapbook, The Port Side of Shadows: Poems of Travel – Inner, Outer and Uncharted Places, was released in 2017 from Finishing Line Press.  A collection, Midwest Medley: Places & People, Wild Things & Weather was published by Kelsay Books/Aldrich Press in 2018. Patricia lives in the central Wisconsin countryside with her husband and is working on a new book. 

PUBLICATIONS:
Available from the publishers or from Amazon

Chapbook: The Port Side of Shadows: Poems of Travel -- Inner, Outer and Uncharted Places (Spring 2017). Finishing Line Press
Collection: Midwest Medley: Places & People, Wild Things & Weather (Summer 2018) Kelsay Books/Aldrich Press

Poetry

Feral Tenacity

I’m not a hothouse flower,
a rose with satin skin,
a blossom of waxy perfection,
here for merely a day.

I am a wild flower, 
a perennial in an open field
that explodes
with perfumed abundance ‒  
my essence
emerging like hidden fragrance.

I am a weed,
lithesome and supple,
sprouting free
in the cracks of a city sidewalk,                               
on the boundaries
of an uptown boulevard.                        

See me in the sunshine,
see me in the rain.
I’m not a hothouse flower,
here for merely a day.

 Pub. Mach, 2019, Catalog for Exhibition Women Speak, Paintings by Nancy Smith, Chapel Hill, NC


Ahead of Schedule

Children are a gift
– a gift you can’t keep –
one you hold a single season.

We prepared for the moment
– a moment, in some far tomorrow – 
when you would leave.

We just didn’t think
tomorrow would happen
–  so fast.

Pub. Midwest Medley: Places & People, Wild Things & Weather, Kelsay Books, Aug. 2018