Ruth Woolson, For Now

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Christopher Stephen Soden, Zombie Gospel

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.0.93″ background_layout=”light” text_line_height=”1em” text_line_height_last_edited=”off|”] 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 Golden West.  No shade, never quiet enough to encourage listening. Just the clamor of a cynical chorus,…

Talisha Simpson, Kindred Feeling

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Cheryl W. Robinson, Once

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Sylvia Riojas Vaughn, Notes on Creating a Wellspring

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.0.93″ background_layout=”light” text_line_height=”1em” text_line_height_last_edited=”off|”] Notes on Creating a Wellspring Sylvia Riojas Vaughn   Fathom a retreat, a possible Utopia. Why not embrace it once? Raise the first stanchion of a simple frame shelter. Far from city clamor, near shade trees rustling with squirrels, singing birds, with wood, nails, shingles, weave a common…

Erin Reeves, Once

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.0.93″ background_layout=”light” text_line_height=”1em” text_line_height_last_edited=”off|”] Once Erin Reeves   Once, I planted a stanchion around my heart— a shelter, as I hoped, smiling and thankful, to receive your embrace. Once, I tried to capture the west, to serve it up on a platter of gratefulness, ready to join you in the shade of…

Gayle Reaves-King, Soft Touch

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.0.93″ background_layout=”light” text_line_height=”1em” text_line_height_last_edited=”off|”] Soft Touch Gayle Reaves-King   God spoons up the living mountains like ice cream, leaving only the luster of his cold breath as snow clouds in the west. Great mounds of Rocky Road, a fathom of mint chocolate chip — they disappear scoop by scoop. There goes Jicarita,…

Anne Gordon Perry, Frame for a New World

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.0.93″ background_layout=”light” text_line_height=”1em” text_line_height_last_edited=”off|”] Frame for a New World Anne Gordon Perry   Living in this troubled age with trust that things will change eroded, we forget solutions can be simple once common dreams are realized. To fathom possible worlds, build a stanchion that carries us beyond the need for war (East…

Mark David Noble, lyric

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Mz Jolie, Goodbye

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.0.93″ background_layout=”light” text_line_height=”1em” text_line_height_last_edited=”off|”] Goodbye Mz Jolie   As you hear me singing, I hope you are really listening. I am sending up prayers hoping that one day my living won’t be a crime.  This Platter that I was forced to receive in life was bitter, but I am sweet. I’ve been…

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