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Blog postMr. Sandman…
Straight from the Publisher
Another award-winning book by LT Garvin: Dancing with the Sandman.
In a small, dusty rural area, there are histories and stories that should be told; times worth remembering; and there is homage, a tribute that should be paid. Take the sand, all of it mold it into castles shaped by the wind and baked by the sun.
“… Garvin is at her best when offering these cheeky nods to the past never getting bogged down in nostalgia. < -
Blog postMy infatuation with Jean Jacques Rousseau goes way back
I loved him long before I conjured him
drinking in the glory of his soft curls,
beautiful nose and shapely mouth.
Tonight at Piatto, he was irritated
“I rather thought we would go to the opera…” he sniffed
Opera Smopera when we can share this glorious Tour of Italy platter?
I’m a workin’ girl, talk about the common man.
Jean Jacques pats his ruffles
I can tell he is -
Blog postHello Everyone. I have a story on the site, WriteSpike. It’s about a guy who has temp job digging in the desert one day. What could possibly go wrong? Oh nothing, nothing at all. You can view, read, and submit stories, poetry, etc. on WriteSpike. It is free to use. Check it out and let me know what you think of this story.
https://www.writespike.com/story-details/?story=QsPQSecnmPWr#page-1
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Blog postWe will end the summer
with a terracotta sunset
just before
the sky seeks diversion
in darkening clouds
At last, spilling out
a long-sought summer rain
showering down
tap, tap, tap
drops of water
upon windows and walks
And down the street
Dina’s old air conditioner hums
a final baritone salute
to the season of the sun
The man who now lives
in Tom’s old house
packs his electrical supplies
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Blog postToday is …
sunlight streaming
through cottage windows
as a silver tabby
long and lean reclines
on the twisted colors
of a braided rug
in full sabertooth glory
Underneath it all
is a soft simmering
the melting of summer
into fall
a profound slowness
distinct beats of change
in the air
The heat is subdued now
as if someone walked away
from the thermostat
and left the arrow button
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Blog postImagine looking for your grandma and finding her floral caftan with matching pink furry slippers, the floral citrus smell of Channel #5 still hanging in the air meandering along the trail of brilliant zinnias all the way to the hot tub. Then imagine the evidence, a struggle, indentations in the St. Augustine signaling an awful sordid event that took all the sunshine right out of the sunshine state. Then there was my Pop, what would he do now without her?
My grandma was full on glamour a -
Blog postA stampede kicks up
funneled by corkscrew clouds
a curse of cumulus
The Thunder Master throws streaks across the plains
ripping through pastures like gunpowder shattering
Great growl in the west
seems to reach the ends of the earth
A wind, full-blown and fierce
slings torment
creating a catastrophe of trees
and this hollow earth shakes
Mythic cowboys hitch their team
in the clouds
as the ho -
Blog postNashoba was tracking deer along the Wichita River when a snake spooked his horse. Ordinarily he would not have lost his balance, but lately, he had fallen victim to Head In Clouds disease. He had thrown stones at She Who Loves Butterflies, and she had not responded. The horse warned him, then reared into the air. Nashoba came down hard, hit his head, and his horse was off and running, most likely back to the village where maybe She Who Loves Butterflies would notice he was missing.
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Blog postImagine the crash. The conscious mind resurfacing, grasping, outrunning the clutches of Chlorpromazine. There’s a whining child sniveling only four steps from me. His t-shirt smeared with playground dirt and jellybean dribble. His eyes find mine and lock. Click. Somehow, I’m four again.
What if I break for the swings first? I can beat him there, you know. My legs are longer. Sometimes my agility rivals the agile, muscular Cheetah. Sometimes my legs are sunk in blocks of concrete. His -
Blog postI think I liked Melanie because her hair had a slight bit of curl which I might have envied although this was the era of slick, stick-straight, part-down-the-center, the-longer-the-better 1970s hair. Melanie showed up in the middle of Beowulf one day in English class. No, she wasn’t monster hunting, she brought me from the midst of the tale wondering about feasts, Danes, and funeral pyres.
“I like that skirt. Come to my house later. My room is so keen,” she said.
It was the 19
Books By L.T. Garvin
Dancing with the Sandman
Jun 11, 2018
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Animals Galore
Apr 18, 2017
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