In my dreams I love many men.
There, they love me back.

At first I am air, a tropical current,
shaping obstacles as I stream by,

cradling their resistance. We
fly into brightly plumed birds.

Together we are feather and bone in flight,
what we could never imagine ourselves. And then

I am driftwood emerging from a receding tide,
beautiful like beached bones,

ribs arched like an embrace,
my legs a scaffold over the dark, wet sea.

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Patty Hanahoe-Dosch earned a BA in liberal arts from the Richard Stockton College of NJ, in Pomona, NJ, and an MFA in creative writing from the University of Arizona in Tucson, Arizona. She is currently an Associate Professor of English at Harrisburg Area Community College, Lancaster campus. Her poems have been published in publications such as Confrontation, San Pedro River Review, Quantum Poetry Magazine, Poetry Super Highway, The Paterson Literary Review, Abalone Moon, and Switched-on Gutenberg, among others. She is seeking a publisher for her collection of poems, The Art of Lonely.

In the 1990’s she taught overseas for the University of Maryland’s overseas programs on military bases around the world, including Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, Bosnia, Turkey, Egypt, Germany, Spain, and Okinawa, Japan. After returning to the US, she taught at various colleges in Washington D.C., Chicago, Vineland, NJ, and Paterson, NJ, before finally settling down in Lancaster, PA. She considers poetry her greatest passion and the only thing she has every truly committed to in her life (though she tells her friends and family she is working on developing her ability to commit to people).

One response to “Fantasies”

  1. Jessica Blau says:

    Beautiful! Thanks for posting.

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