Kari Lynch, we used to sing, America.

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

i am watching a virus ascend on a country, live on television, like everything else “a one in three chance of catching it” the newscaster says, echoing the expert he has just interviewed, the agony of those suffering reported third hand  Men who live in crystalline houses busy themselves making decisions for those in daub…

Gayle Reaves-King, A Vocabulary For The New Age

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

Begin with A for agony.  True, other ages have had their pains – torture, slavery, Holocaust, hunger, war, but this we feel deep in our pockets. Behest – that’s like gifting. At the behest of CEOs and bankers, masks and guns, we forget the plea for simple words, ascend the ladder from clear nature to…

Dan Collins, Disclosure (I remember fireflies fondly)

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

             I feel like a tall shadow, a penumbra     but my spirit totem is a firefly; a firefly timing a spackle of light, replacing in snatches                                       what remains of the goddamn diminishing  sun.    …

Kristan Taylor, Tiny Goldmine

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

You scanned the area as if it were the first time you had plundered Your timing was crystalline: the last moments of light, the broken bulb on top of the totem A surge of parking lot birds echoing in the crisp summer air announced the magic hour These were trying times, so said a fool…

Priscilla Rice, Loba (Self-Sacrifice, Self-Love)

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

It was the night my totem appeared in a dream A she-wolf, una loba, who stood outside the door I was inside with my ex, and I could hear the rasp of her voice The agony, echoing in the dark and the howls of lament and rabia,  The cadence of her heart, in sync with…

KshounishBhadra-Bhaduri,

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

the agony of my clear, crystalline heart which i daub with the echoing tears of our release i stumbled away from our destiny the design of my soul plundered by your behest a revelation i reached far too late the interminable timing of your laugh, once a thing of grace, now a rasp as the…

Rylee Moore, A Disclosure On Life

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

Life is hard by design.  Thrown together like a daub painting, life is short of grace. The innocent are plundered of all the means they had to reach their destiny. Left with no chance, it’s clear the only solution is to venture further into the depths of the unknown.  I am a fool. I was…

des Anges Cruser, Decision

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

As I scanned my options to prevail,  A crystalline memory did ascend. Agony, with a clear lugubrious cadence,  Raked like a rasp across my soul. Echoing from a portend Of a destiny not fulfilled, A call to grace does bubble up, That I, a fool, do daub and filter. I will not let it thrive…

Marisa Adame, social media: a lament

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

agony of the echoing fool, fulfilled only by the revelation of plundered grace. with such crystalline cadence, you design my destiny. you can’t stand on stumbled feet, yet you somehow thrive within the timing of my trying to find totem within your last behest. I spend my days hoping to defy you. without your filter,…

PW Covington, The Cadence of Revelation

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

The cadence of revelation is echoingFrom DNA to Do Not Disturb     as clear as destinyAnd we ascend the crystalline totem without filter We scanned the heavens and horizonWe struggled to stand in the fulfilled grace of agony     and plundered the last behest of the ancientsWith a daub of design forced upon…

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