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…

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…

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      …

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…

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…

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…

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.…

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…

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…

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…

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