“Paul ” Koniecki, fortune favors the rich

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

My totem is a picture of the dead. Agony  can ascend at the behest of a crystalline  heel. Design stumbled in a surge like  artificial destiny. Paycheck to paycheck chance is a repeated dirty word.  Their revelation is a bankrupt spell  bone-cast and putrefying somewhere  on a laugh-track for a laugh.  Their revelation is a…

“SHERRY LOU ” MILLS, DECEPTIVE DISRUPTION

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

In AGONY she STUMBLED into another horrendous VENTURE. Was it CHANCE, Was it DESTINY, Was it by devious DESIGN, Would it be, could it be a REVELATION? Must PREVAIL, Must make this STAND, Maybe this time a possibility to THRIVE, To ASCEND the obstacle that PLUNDERED all confidence And FULFILLED the expectation of a FOOL.…

Sir Lawrence Pickens, The unforeseen Journey

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

It was clear to me I was in agony as my screams shook the sky. His arrival was great but my timing was late and as a fool I stood wondering why. His behest was fast, the echoing torment was rasp and my destiny was now fulfilled. The revelation was swift but His grace a…

Susan Mardele, Prescience

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

Decision timing is my greatest challenge.It is an agony trying to get clear. I have stumbled so many times,impulsiveness my Achilles heel. Am I a fool, jumping too soon,or do I stand fast hoping for the grace of certainty? Will my decision surge forward beneath meor rasp roughly over the harmony of my life? Sometimes…

Christopher Stephen Soden, Icarus

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

My papa, Daedalus, the first architect,  vowed I’d thrive, inviting me to follow  at his heel. Intoxicated by the lullaby  of his rasp and hammer, echoing  through my slumber, I’d stand beside him  while he scanned each design, trying  to make certain his mechanisms  would last. He’d never filter discourse,  but spoke to me as…

Ann Howells, Circe Reflects Upon Her Life

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

Here on this mythic island, sirens ascend to the cadence of beating waves. I tell you I am but a spectator, one who stumbled into this, but I recall the timing, trying to control the rasp and surge. I stand, gather grace about my shoulders. Porcine beasts snort and snuffle — echoing, echoing. Pale skin…

Gayle Bell, Solomon Contemplates

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

Standing bold we scanned introspective this thrive to venture trying to affix totem and meaning Does the shallow fool prevail assured of grace fulfilled now at heel after the panic surge when our dream last plundered Is there chance walking in our shadows Does folly clear forward sight Do we daub our flaws making crystalline…

Alan Gann, Graffiti

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

for Emmitt If your destiny is all rasp, concrete, and broken glass If you never venture to the mountain top never hear your own cry echoing or stand alone  with all the grace and agony laid out before you—  well imagine yourself  scanned through the storyteller’s filter  your journey clear, the hero who never dies …

Patricia de Villiers, Venture

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

Is it worth the agony,  Just to have a chance to ascend  Above the echoing throng? Listen to the clear behest of your destiny, And surge ahead, unafraid, fulfilled, Dancing to the cadence of grace. The truth is your totem, your filter,  Even though it is plundered by the fool Who stumbled across it, His…

Clara Bush Vadala, What We Mean When We Say Passionate

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2020

We were just trying to fool ourselves. The last time, our cadence was off, and the chance to clear our throats came too late. Instead of using a filter for our water, we listened for the dirt particles  echoing in our glasses and scanned the liquid  for dog hair, cat fur, tiny pieces of dust.…

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