Loganberries by Bea Garth, copyright 2020 The sunlight trails over a stand of sunflowers their floppy heads nodding across the way while we are examined by a group of steer and heifers chewing thoughtfully, black bodies on a field of… Read More ›
poem by Bea Garth
“THE ROOM” and “Lovers” by Bea Garth
Editorial Note: “The Room” is one of Bea Garth’s more lively poems cherishing love and its delights as well as its ability to take us to “the other side”– it being yet another door into Spirit. Her drawing “Lovers” (above) resonates… Read More ›
TOO MUCH/TOO LITTLE/TOO NUCLEAR
by Bea Garth copyright May, 2011 . . I just can’t deal with it. It is too much: feeling in my bones the cover-up of nuclear radiation spreading through the Northern Hemisphere, the continuing spewing of the reactors in Fukishima,… Read More ›
THE HAT
by Bea Garth, copyright 2010 (Note: written in honor of Greg Hall’s poem and chapbook: “You Can Say Anything,” copyright 2009) . . His black derby hat hovers in the air as if he were still sitting on his couch,… Read More ›
Caterpillar
by Bea Garth, copyright 2009 I watch a green caterpillar crawl across the hem of my black dress, the sinuous creature’s yellow brown hairs radiate bristly fine haired filaments. I put the caterpillar onto the ground and watch it struggle… Read More ›
Awakening
by Bea Garth, copyright 2009 Awakening to myself perhaps for the first time like a small child I get stronger with each passing day while I morn what I missed my life blossoms, what sort of deal is this to… Read More ›
Mountain Lake
by Bea Garth copyright, 2008 I am but a crysallis burrowed deep in the mud in the dark wells under the high mountain lake, whereas you you love to fly in your red sports car rock and roll spewing forth… Read More ›
Eos: The Creative Context 