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Lisa Gale Garrigues's Writings

Poem
Jun.19.2009
So To Speak, Winter/Spring, 2002
The Visit   The Sidhe have visited my room again, moved the pieces of furniture, left footprints all along my floor and walls. Petals from a strange and sudden flower still float on the water in my sink of dirty dishes. It is morning and I press my face against the air trying to see in. The room is quiet.       My great-grandmother was small and dark, and...
Poem
Jun.18.2009
from the chapbook Reinventing Fire, Wild Spiral Press, 2000
Dear God I asked for a million dollarsa career, a reputationa marriagea fine house by the sea And you gave me restless feeta life of wanderingthe infinite path of myself I asked to see the rest of the roadand you said watch your feet I asked for a guruyou gave me a blood-red rose I asked for freedomyou took away everything I had I asked for a savioryou said...
Short Story
Jun.17.2009
Literal Latte, May 2001
The Night I Spent With My Grandmother’s LoverLisa Gale Garrigues My grandmother who is always smiling spends most of her time with a man in the basement. It is a huge basement, big enough for more than one man, but my grandmother says these days one man is enough for her. My grandmother is half-Spanish and half something else I don’t know. She still wears the old...
Short Story
Jun.17.2009
Pacific Coast Journal, 1999, Anthology Magazine, 2000, Rain Crow Magazine, 2000
  Dreamspinner   The waves make a sound like children laughing. The waves make a sound like old men whispering in the park. The sky is blue. I lean on my cane. You ask me, again, where the sea comes from. I have told you that the sea is the blood of god, and the sun and moon are her eyes. Who are her muscles? You are. I have told you this a million...