All posts by Garrett

1. God
2. Summer
3. Lantana has the smoothest fur, and quite a bark.
3a. Lantana among the lantana
4. Watching her with Pegasus, they seem to imitate one another (dog and cat)
5. A thriving garden from rain and heat
6. In fact, the whole little neighborhood is looking nice back here, with Alan’s plants on the other side of the fence, and he planted some flowers next to Terry’s stoop, and I can see Oliver’s roses at 9:00 from where I sit, particularly the salmon colored one alone on the vine.
7. coffee with Eileen and our work together.
8. A story I heard from someone named John. He talked about receiving an orchid for a gift. The plant flowered, the blooms faded, and he was left with a “dirty stick.” His friend told him to water it, let it have sunlight, and watch, and eventually more flowers bloomed. I had a similar dirty stick experience with the orchid which John C. (My friend, not the same John,) gave to me, and my assumption was it died for my neglect, and I got rid of it, nothing knowing or bothering to find out what to do instead. I think I will try again.

1. God
2. Soil renewing
3. Full and fuller compost
4. Fine new tools from David
5. Everything beautiful in its time
6. By degrees, eventually
7. The fence
8. Grateful for what we have and for what may come

“I once had a garden. I can remember the smell of the turned earth, the plump shapes of bulbs held in the hands, fulness, the dry rustle of seeds through the fingers.” Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

1. God
2. Putting up the tree
3. Cassie’s greens on the fence, wreaths on the gate and the door, the samovar full of holly and boxwood, the decorated mantelpieces, even the mistletoe in the French doors (which don’t open so maybe/because they don’t speak French.)
4. My father talking about his mother taking him to the good hotel in town for a haircut. He wasn’t sure why they stopped going nor did I learn more about the hotel or his experience, but I don’t think it was like the hotel in Martin Dressler.
5. Arctic air punctuated by a momentary thaw.
6. People whom I will never know and from whose work I benefit
7. Even this language which I don’t fully understand or what I’m seeing and hearing which others see differently
8. as we are
9. Spirits rejoice

1. God
2. Tongues of metal
3. Vibrations among vibrations
4. Escapades
5. Keepsakes
6. Something in the middle
7. Constant expression
8. The room’s fearful symmetry
9. Smiling after exhaling
10. Rainy statue

1. God
2. Rain
3. Rivers
4. Grey
5. Punishing rhythms
6. All the clocks
7. Not yet full, not yet measured sea
8. Boat on the water

“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

1. God
2. Pam, my sister in law, who takes care animals, raises chickens, her voice has a musical sound, she is a survivor.
3. Leslie, also my sister in law, with a wicked sense of humor and adventure, willing to pack up and move across the country.
4. The petunia, brought inside, blooms anew on the windowsill.
5. The man came to fix the disposer.
6. Topia
7. Quiet road
8. The mountain that sits and endures

1. God
2. Pith
3. Hold
4. Falling leaves and composting
5. The blind lady with her dog in the supermarket (as opposed to a sad heart)
6. The bear playing the double bass
7. The wooden toy of the bears ice fishing
8. Kind words from Jane, also listening as she makes her decision

1. God
2. Varieties of dogs
3. Untied tongues
4. Clock tower
5. Retreaded stairs worth the wait and increasing the light
6. Surprise flowers of November
7. Black 0
“I’ve never found it easy to write. Period. I mean, I don’t want to whine about it or anything but…it’s a bitch! It’s terrible work. I’m very disciplined in that I can settle down into the work situation but coming up with the words is very hard. Hard on the heart, hard on the head and it just drives you mad. Before you know it, you’re crawling across the carpet in your underwear trying to find a rhyme for ‘orange’. It’s a terrible, cruel job. But I’m not complaining.” Leonard Cohen