Hi friends!
My first poetry collection, A Place of Forgetting, is now available to purchase! How exciting is that? Very. Many thanks to my friends at Raw Earth Ink for making this dream a reality. Thanks, tara!
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Thank you all for supporting me!
~ Garrett
Hi friends,
In collaboration with my friends at Raw Earth Ink, I’m thrilled to announce the mid-February release of my first poetry collection, a place of forgetting. More info coming soon.
Oh, I designed the cover!
I do not believe
in gods ordained by men.
This belief is not a choice.
It just is…
Today, I overhead
a young man tell a woman,
“I am a wizard.”
Hmm. Perhaps,
he is the wizard
of la boulangerie.
Typewriter ribbons
stretched taut across
an expanse of dreaming.
The voyage, bottomless
wells of ink, clinking.
An age of messages seeps
There are too many bombs in the air.
There are too many screams in the night.
O’ Sweet Mercy, look at us
from your perch in the sky
and whisper to the wicked,
“Son, put down your knife.’
—
Continue reading “The Last Lullaby”
Moss-covered loam
in shade, gentle bed,
exhales quietly ‘neath
pressing, weary heads. Continue reading “A Gentle Bed”
Tangled
bird’s-nest beard
stooped ‘neath wet blankets
a broken human machine
meant to quality-check fear
Before I stirred,
I dreamt I heard
whispers in
a walled
garden.
Sweetness! I dearly remember the aching flow
of time. The haunted Decembers, glacially-bound,
frozen, despaired. Still veiled, you refused to go
Morning breaks upon Babel, crows caw, stirring from perches,
corvid-colloquialisms, complaints, single-voiced, to-all-alerting,
this, the gaping dearth, morsels missing, hungry bird, listening
to whispering passersby, ignoring their beaky-hissing, pinching
occasional ankles or errant fingers, angrily issuing edible edicts,
to hapless builders, millers, stonemasons, and/or tired children.
Excuse me.
I have made a mistake
in choosing my footing,
into mouth, oddly fitting,
a self-inflicted drive-by shoe-ing.