Posts by Writers Garret

“Hang onto my faith until yours comes back,” she said I grew up thinking, in my one hand, nothingness, dust,the other, everything, shining, a universe as glove, essentially, tho’ a…

thirty muted lines on fire we are the words we choose outsiders emerge aloud and pound against the terrible membrane of source details – terror light the pyrerender moonset and…

When they carve the womb from your body it leaves a hole in your psyche. That the absence of an obsolete organ could crush a woman’s spirit is bound to…

Almost to the top of houses, shiningwater spreads, to no man’s order bound;a figure in a kayak, too, is present. Deep clouds mystify with their intentionsall day long, this road…

Lookeven as shadow falls awayI cannot escape the crush, paralytic weight of your absence. Remember when rain would not stop and the brook could not contain the terror, when field…

a shining terrorwill emerge and stretch, pass muted shadowover sunken gorge figure after figurerising in the night,a field of dark flowersbound up under ice now from a slow thawthey shift,…

Eyes shining, she chose to emergeFrom boundaries that confineSo she could stretch her wingsGive music to the muted criesSounding aloud to the horizonShe chose to reveal her joyTo escape the…

Alexandra, Princess of Greece and Denmark,the last queen of Yugoslavia, never set foot in her adopted country,bound to the exile she had known since birth. Her legitimacy was muted aloud…

-1. Obscure conceit: This spillage of being is a sticky lie of the womb, a crush to confine making everything corporeal escape into light. I don’t care to be the organ…

The After Death His escape from life was merely a shift in his seat. A shadow he didn’t have time to turn toward. The terror of his death was all…