The Screaming Sheep
What I Worry About
So, if I write, I can save this?
So, if I write, I can save this?
So, if I write, I can save this?
Brad lives, writes and runs around naked in the Great Northwest. He fills his home with art, music, photography, plants, rocks, bones, books, good cookin’ and love. He has published poetry in Alchemy, Red Booth Review, Front Range Review, Black Fox Literary Magazine, theNewerYork, Ray’s Road Review, The Round Up, Meat for Tea, Gambling the Aisle, Empty Sink Publishing, Fiction Fix, The Screaming Sheep, Off the Coast, Crab Fat Magazine, Apeiron Review, Shadowgraph, Livid Squid Literary Journal, Willard & Maple, Stoneboat Journal, Brickplight, Shuf Poetry, Rockhurst Review, Penduline Press, Literature Today, BASED, Eunoia Review, and other quality publications. 2013 Pushcart Prize nominee.
Brad G. Garber
[Lauren Weiler] [William Miller] [Brad G. Garber] [Matt Daly] [Jim Davis] [Lisa Acosta] [Howie Good] [Scott T. Starbuck] [Darren C. Demaree]
[Initially NO] [Johnathon Harper] [Drew Pisarra] [Azia DuPont] [Jim Daniels & Charlee Brodsky] [Matthew O'Leary] [Chen Chen] [D.S. West]
[Martha McCollough] [J. Blake Gordon] [Joe Marchia] [Amanda Tumminaro] [Suchoon Mo] [Dawn Corrigan]
Diving off the Bridge
It was the ferret’s face, dead eagle, sockeye run, monarch chrysalis.
It was the wood duck, wounded squirrel, Arctic fox, barnacled gray whale.
It was the teepee ring, fragile bird point, feral horses, wild herds of burros.
It was the ripe tomatoes, golden chain, irises, the long fields of ripe corn.
It was the Northern pike, black bear, warbling loons, howling wolf.
It was the sea otters, the rising and falling orca, strings of cod, feisty shrew.
It was the white-tipped shark, green turtle, hovering ray, moray eel.
It was the dandelion fluff, milkweed seeds, popping jack pine, the coconut.
It was the elk herd, lone bobcat, dashing antelope, circling sandhill cranes.
It was about Permian fossils, Cretaceous ferns, death curled in stone, pretty rocks.
It was about babies, killdeer chicks, badger pups, confident lambs of bighorns.
It was red-tailed hawks, kestrels with mice, crows with walnuts, sated rattlesnakes.
It was about the dog “Buck,” the orange cat “Chance,” the horse “Pashmina,” the fish.
It was the broken wing, the bleeding snake, screaming rabbit, gasping trout.
It was the mountains climbed, rivers floated, trails run, oceans entered.
It was the wet beginning, thoughts of vastness, reconciliation, the final smile.