Harry Garuba
*From Shadow and Dream (New Horn, 1982)
Mind Buoys
(in a season of omens)
In the faint gleam of her eyes
Is the flicker of a dying dream
What flame will revive this dream?
What buoys to … Read the whole text
*From Shadow and Dream (New Horn, 1982)
(in a season of omens)
In the faint gleam of her eyes
Is the flicker of a dying dream
What flame will revive this dream?
What buoys to … Read the whole text
The rhythmic whole is now perceptible
in the still of the turbulent forest
where life em-barks, grows, expands, creeps, crooks, decays,
blooms, breaks, bruises, fruits, falls, twists, pales, putrefies,
is soaked, clutched, sapped, … Read the whole text
Samoa was barely nineteen, when we met in art school. Fifty years later, I’m wondering if I knew her at all. From what she tells me in text messages and the odd phone call, I sense an … Read the whole text
As would a child
I lifted my slow body
from the covers
of sleep
mouth holding a yawn
I pried open
hazy eyes
the sun sprinkled
diaphanous light
like a halo
about your lingerie-
dressed
body… Read the whole text
It was a week before Barbara’s fifty-third birthday when the government announced the lockdown. She thought that the virus couldn’t choose a worse time, given that this week she was meant to have a birthday party … Read the whole text
Myrna Ebenezer had a sprawling house south of Lakeshore Boulevard at Clarkson. She lived there with her dog. She was looking for a tenant for her basement apartment. I was looking to move out of the basement … Read the whole text
(being a cont. serialisation)
Great Hall, Woodstock Lodge (near Oxford), the Rochester country estate.
ANNE WILMOT, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF ROCHESTER: I have a letter, post haste, from Baptiste. They … Read the whole text
(A 10-miute Play)
The plot for this play arises from an article entitled “Staying Together by Living Apart” by Glen David Gold (New York Times, June 22, 2018). In view of the article’s revelations, this play … Read the whole text
MOVEMENT ONE
There is a gunshot which makes people scream loudly. The lights come on showing people, especially women carrying babies walking out of the community. Some are mumbling, while others running and talking. The atmosphere is tense. … Read the whole text
Wanda said, “You should see this girl I know. Well, woman really, I should say woman. What a babe.” It was a sultry afternoon three weeks from the start of school, and we were dead-bored down … Read the whole text