Our Sense of Direction The realization that my sense of direction is not all just a matter of north, south, east and west has been discombobulating. Is it just me? By Lisa Louis Our Sense of Direction Lisa Louis When we are very young, before language powerfully reshapes our thoughts into specific organizing systems, our […]
Two Poems Here are two poems. Sort of free verse-ish, sort of prose-ish. I just wrote them now, and ran outside to grab a pic in the dark. So, two hastily written poems and one hastily snapped photo is my RGG contribution this evening. (Somebody ought to can me.) By John G. Stamos Insurrection John
It’s Nice to Be Asked to Say a Few Words… It’s nice to be asked to “say a few words.” Whether those words are spoken live at a particular social event, or written in a printed quote, the idea that someone thinks your thoughts are important enough to be shared publicly is definitely flattering. And
Wanderlust “Wanderlust” is my latest work of short fiction, and it’s right here, published for the first time in The Renaissance Garden Guy. By John G. Stamos Wanderlust John G. Stamos The main trouble with apartment life, Roger thought, was the rent you had to pay. Rent was the biggest and most disease-laden fly in
Flowers Grew Here My original poem, “Flowers Grew Here,” published for the first time, right here in The Renaissance Garden Guy. By John G. Stamos Flowers Grew Here John G. Stamos In the shade of a gray potting shed, hidden by overgrowth and scrub, there is an empty forgotten flower pot. But once, flowers grew
In the Midst of Plant Lives I live my own life in the midst of plant lives. Many, many plant lives. Since I’m the publisher here, this situation would seem to be about right. But I choose to live my life with plants for reasons far beyond the vocational. First and foremost among those reasons
Traveling Dialogues “Traveling Dialogues” is my original poem. Published for the first time, here in The Renaissance Garden Guy. By John G. Stamos Traveling Dialogues John G. Stamos A few days after he thought he remembered it starting, A Wednesday, He asked the old man, “Do you need whiskey to think about it? To remember
Moonlight “Moonlight” is my new poem. It’s about that plaintive light that reveals more secrets than just those of a cloudless night. By John G. Stamos Moonlight John G. Stamos Moonlight, Can I follow you beneath the knitting of copses and thickets and eaves? Under a shell of my making, and through and through the
Marble “Marble” is my brand new short story, published for the first time ever right here in The RGG. I churned it out just this evening and I really hope you like it. By John G. Stamos Marble John G. Stamos Ken squeezed the appointment in on the day before his insurance ran out. At
The Cherry Tree (Small Things) Cherry blossoms carry almost a mythical significance in Japan. That special magic exists on other shores as well. By Lisa Louis The Cherry Tree (Small Things) Lisa Louis During my five and a half years living in Kyoto in my twenties, it was impossible to avoid the overwhelming Japanese cultural
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