L.T. Garvin

An Examination of Mortality

Just yesterday we were laughing at that meme, “Russia gonna find out why the U.S. doesn’t have universal healthcare,” all those fighter jets lined up on the tarmac. But that was before we found out about the cancer silently sequestered inside you. And all this time, you were supposed to be bulletproof, a reincarnated deity of musical anthems all in the right key. “That’s no way to…

Why Sharks Don’t Drive Taxis

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Traveling Difficult Paths I was driving the other day and noticed a young man sitting on a busy corner of a business amid the activity hub of people going home for the workday. The man looked to be about the age of my son who just graduated from college. He sat with a backpack and little else, his eyes were shaded with sunglasses. Upon closer examination, I could tell he was adrift, cast out…

Blind Dating? There’s an App

Blind dating? Why bring back that horror? Cycling back to the days of yore (before smartphones and Tick Tock) way back to the time when telephones were wired into walls and were usually located in the kitchen (we could call it the 1970s, or you could even go later on the timeline). Back to when you had a well-meaning friend who wanted to set your love life on the right track.  In those times,…

For eleven days, we have stood by to watch horrific history unfold in front of our eyes. We have watched a foul man that many have labeled as unstable warp and craft his own version of history and make a move to land grab a sovereign country. We have watched as President Zelenskiy whose selfless service and devotion have taught many of us a lesson about what type of person we should be. We have…

Flexing Your Fiction Voice

A good way to experiment with and change your rhythm when writing your fiction stories is to experiment with voice. Think of some of your favorite authors or some of the greats. Try writing your story incorporating that voice. For example, maybe you want to enhance your stories with your version of Hemingway, Maya Angelou, Edgar Allan Poe, Arthur Conan Doyle, or perhaps, even The Bard himself.…

One Year Ago, February

Winter was wearing her final lace gown Look close, spring’s earliest blooms were sprouting like fresh news February promises an end to bitter winter honoring history and presidents even making a sweet case for chocolate hearts Then, so far, we were relatively safe from space lasers giant lizard people and corrupt narcissists who would be king We were still on this side of chill in the…

When the Summer Girls Come Out

When summer girls come out they come out like a cloud burst like an evolution of flowers has inherited the Earth the summer girls have discarded their gray pajamas and opted for mountains of butterflies they smile like a million fields of poppies freshly erupted into flame-colored blooms When the summer girls come out they wear their pain wrapped around their wrists they whisper the…

When mama comes home she’s wrapped in heaviness like she stacked all the bricks on the corner upon her shoulders side-stepping around in her minimum wage shoes the mark on her arm barely healed working sick in the twilight making ends meet in sorrow home to an old house leaking air and salvation When mama comes in so tired her eyes burn her hands loosing grip her work…

Veering on the Variables

The absolute value of x is x sometimes usually always? This is as true today as perhaps eons ago I’ll admit that I have trouble with x It’s like a tall, masked Zoro but is it just a letter or an imposter for a number? If a number line reaches into infinity is it a place worth going if I could be twenty-two again on the number line or would I find myself at ninety? What is the…

Ghost Dancing with Dead Cousins

I was quite open to summoning your deceased cat even to calling in the Dead Files to seek the secrets harbored by our house I didn’t object to the large sage plant fumigating every room seeping into silent shadows herbal delight spirit fright! And wasn’t it I the fearless, fanatic searching out the perfect shaman rustling through Reiki Masters like they really did have a charm? And…

The oppressor dark clad oozing malice enters here at the mouth of the alley watching, waiting as time yawns carelessly on a nonchalant afternoon Three blocks down students spill from school scattering like racing inkblots from a fifth period essay left unfinished Two girls turn a corner go down the alley drinking up youth’s spicy nectar in May’s sunshine But he sees and considers…

via Wrestling the Blue

“The child is both a hope and a promise for mankind,” Maria Montessori.

A letter and a packaged for me arrived a few days ago from one of my students in China. He is a superbly intelligent ten-year-old with a heart of gold.

via Thursday poetry and short story competition #4 : the results!