V.P. Crowe, Embrace

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

Embrace V.P. Crowe Leaving in the thick of morning traffic, I catch myself smiling as commuters honk and weave and shake their fists, open mouths and angry faces looking very much like song.  Perhaps I’m not the only one listening to The Stones serve up some “Gimme Shelter” live from 1972.  But then through the…

Alexandra Corinth, A Guide for the Visitors of Solovetsky Monastery

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

A Guide for the Visitors of Solovetsky Monastery Alexandra Corinth Are the waves always listening? A Russian island on the west side of the White Sea, shade and shelter from mainland polemics until its Catholicism became merely theory, a smiling practice as fragile as the clasp of their mother’s treasured bracelet. Does your body remember…

Trevor Cook, City of Light

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

City of Light Trevor Cook Once there was a city down west The people living within a frame And held in place by a stanchion Listening to a tender voice preach what is best The chorus begins singing in harmony as they embrace their shame The people join together and weave themselves a bastion They…

Valentina R.N. Cochran, dance with life

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

dance with life Valentina R.N. Cochran ~the kaleidoscope of my beloved city stuns my senses~ ~beautiful symmetrical forms adorn her skyline~ ~her luster takes my breath far away~ ~it invokes a primeval feeling i fathom with complete delight~ ~my community is a chorus of open hearts~ ~there is no stanchion on guard to divide us~…

Joan Canby, Lesson

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

Lesson Joan Canby Once a lover of luster, the smiling clamor of fame. Once a coveter for a platter of gold, the scoop of adoration and for the stanchion statue to possible glory, until left to find a place where a wooden join will fit a frame. She found living single a simple reward after…

Trish Callahan, Morning Journey

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

Morning Journey Trish Callahan I enjoy city living, the clamor of trucks chugging their way up thirty-five. Thankful to receive their grace, I scoop up the space they leave for stopping, shelter in their shade from the blinding west light, reflected in the luster of downtown’s embrace. Singing from the radio and a chorus of…

Saba Boru, Mercy

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

Mercy Saba Boru Each wound drapes a beaded suffering. We weave blood quilt enough to embrace us tender, empty, hardly living. Shade swallows sun and freedom unopen. My mother was once shelter, golden shingles under luster cloud, frame resting on emerald palm. My mother is a platter of west invasion, a scoop of barren remains…

Monica Berry, Façade

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

Façade Monica Berry Simple living can be difficult in this city Common feelings convince us to join the Joneses Once smiling on our own and thankful for our individuality We begin to fathom a possible peek at their platter of the shiny and new Listening for our cue to clamor for their trust An initial…

Rich Aubin, REQUIEM

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

REQUIEM Rich Aubin He had lost the harmony; she the tune. The chorus did not clamor to save the piece, ceased singing, and let it recede a tenfold fathom below. No melody to reach, though reach he did; his hand could scoop only a cacophony. He did not see her slip the line from the…

Margaret Allyson, Henry VII: The Early Years

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

Henry VII: The Early Years Margaret Allyson Margaret Beaufort could not fathom doubt. Listening to the milch cow strain against her stanchion in the shelter, to the stable lads scoop grain into the manger, the clamor of the poultry destined for the platter, Smiling inside at the common, simple country chorus. Thankful to embrace —…

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