Trinkets From My Soul

I think that I will go to the place where I am the religion the golden calf melted and forged from trinkets baubles jewels sacrifices brought before me of the firstborn thoughts the fattened feelings that have glutted on shiny judgments and prickly prejudices in that...

I Wrote a Sonnet

Crutchless And when the wars do finally desist, I might see myself alive in your eyes; ‘Twixt stones of blood and sly, coveting mist; Crutchless, you and I together will rise. In resurrection’s perfect power then, Do I lay all soul’s hope in joyous debt, With she and...

Peel It Off

A boy with a horrible name which he might have deserved had a l(ord)ion tell him that to get better it would hurt but he had to peel it off. Layer by layer. Peel off the scales of greed of vanity jealousy temper Peel it off And rise again from the water still broken...

A poem with no title

There is a breaking almost a noise of death rended of day, or life, or joy brought awake and my brother’s shoulder touches mine and he stands to my left and his brother to my right. My shoulder touches his. More than a mythical might with mirror images all...

Jared Garrett

Author of the Beat Series