Three Poems Three short works about nature and people. You’ll be done with them in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. By John G. Stamos Bee Lines John G. Stamos A bee touches down, Then investigates and inspects The secret inner workings Of a flower. Is knowledge, of any kind, Imparted? Has either party become
Low Murmurs My newest original poem, “Low Murmurs”, published for the first time, here in The Renaissance Garden Guy. It’s a shorty. By John G. Stamos Low Murmurs John G. Stamos They whisper, sharing secrets dear, Or simply nod, or bow, And, as one, plied with earthen cheer, Honor a solemn vow To embrace warmth,
End X Xenophobia Now! Millions of X users worldwide are cruising this social media giant’s algorithmic highways and byways while in the grip of an abject fear of what they don’t understand. And there’s an excellent chance that they don’t even realize it. Keep it right here for an eye-opening look at the problem, and
Buffet “Buffet” is my short story. It was originally part of a twelve-story manuscript intended for publication elsewhere. Screw it. Read it here first. By John G. Stamos Buffet John G. Stamos Jesus. How much can she put away? The woman sat with her back to Anderson, three booths away. She was average in terms
What Happens in the Hayfield Stays in the Hayfield From a distance, a hayfield appears to be a rather placid place, until one takes a closer look into what’s really going on out there. What happens in the hayfield stays in the hayfield… until now. By Ann Simpson-Stamos Hayfields are everywhere in the Cariboo, and
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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 considers your thoughts important enough to be shared publicly is definitely flattering. And sometimes,
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
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