poem by Bea Garth


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 ›


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 ›


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 ›