Posts by Writers Garret
Bonnie Jamison Blackman, Shining Field
Shining field, present brook, do not abandon me.Obscure terror lurks in my present, But I am bound by this organ that does mystify me.I cannot escape. What is the source,…
Read MoreSandra Martin Benton, Who I Am
When I look at myself in the mirror, to myself I say I am proudBut it doesn’t seem true, when I utter these same words aloud Overworking myself daily, which…
Read MoreJames Bascom, Waking Mid Night on a Backcountry Pass in Big Bend
The moon up and sky clear lay the nightscapeIn arrangements of frost hardeningThe cast of light, sharpening the loom of shadow.What relief can emergeFrom this dry brook’s carve Scoring its…
Read MoreLorlee Bartos, A Drive Across the Taos Bridge
Would she emerge from this experience intactOr would it reveal details in her soulThat would render her unable to stretchBeyond whatever was feeding her terror It would mystify her to…
Read MoreMargaret Allyson, As if to Laertes
Burnish the already-shining curve, fettle the edges again.Pull your stitches tighter and let no errant thread escape.Carve carefully, allowing the shape to emerge, then render details, sustaining shadow, figure, and…
Read MoreCelebrate Hispanic Heritage Month with Our Suggested Reading List
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Read MoreRemembering Drema Hall Berkheimer
[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.3.1″] About Drema and The Writer’s Garret [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”2_3″][et_pb_text admin_label=”About Drema” _builder_version=”3.3.1″] The Writer’s Garret mourns the passing of a writer dear to the heart of our…
Read MoreRuth Woolson, For Now
For Now Ruth Woolson I sit alone in the shade of the willows Thankful that it is possible to be consumed with the simple act of living, Smiling while I…
Read MoreChristopher Stephen Soden, Zombie Gospel
Zombie Gospel Christopher Stephen Soden Once I could never fathom living in the city. Without simple trust, without shelter of common harmony. There is something about the luster of the…
Read MoreTalisha Simpson, Kindred Feeling
Kindred Feeling Talisha Simpson My pulse suggests that I am breathing but the truth is that I am barely living. My mistakes ring loud in my ear like an overcrowded…
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