Contributions by Nola Garrett

My Slant

By | Prose

            1129 Tell all the Truth but tell it slant— Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased Wit explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind— Emily Dickinson Three years ago at a coffee …

Lucifer Morningstar

By | Prose

Nathless he so endur’d, till on the Beach Of that inflamed Sea, he Stood and call’d His legions, angel forms, who lay intrans’t Thick as Autumnal Leaves that strow the Brooks In Vallombrosa, where th’ Etrurian shades High overarch’t imbor’r; or scatter’d sedge Afloat, when fierce Winds Orion arm’d Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose …

Upheavals

By | Nola Garrett, Prose

   Dover Beach The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits—on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air! …. At their return, up …

Now Then

By | Nola Garrett, Prose

“The FROST performs its secret ministry.” from “Frost at Midnight” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Now, that this year’s Pittsburgh Pirates’ baseball season is finished, what I most recall are the  joyous moments I experienced watching the games on the Roots Sports channel while I sat here in my condo a few hundred yards across the …

Cooking for One, Part 2

By | Nola Garrett, Prose

Last week, I went grocery shopping at Giant Eagle on S. Braddock Avenue in Pittsburgh with my 90-some-year-old friend, Ginger Carlson, who lives by herself in Wilkinsburg. First, though, we sat on her back porch, watched a black and white cat, splayed flat pretend to stalk a pair of red squirrels who plainly knew a …

57th High School Class Reunion

By | Prose

Since our 50th reunion we’ve met every year on the east bank of French Creek, not in Waterford, PA where our high school, Fort LeBouef still stands six miles north, but a hundred yards from the intersection of U.S. Route 19 and U.S. Route 6N just across Polick’s Bridge on the site of what used …

Treachery

By | Nola Garrett, Prose

I first learned about treachery when my family moved the 3 miles from our small house and farm on U. S. # 19 to a sixteen room house in Mill Village the summer I turned eight. I don’t exactly remember reading that word, treachery, or hearing the word, treachery, used by my parents, but somehow …

Loose Ends

By | Nola Garrett, Prose

Mid-April, I received my yearly Travelers car insurance bill. It was nearly two hundred dollars higher than it was last year. I’d had no claims or speeding tickets on my 2011 Honda Fit which only I drive. Nothing had changed, I thought, until I phoned my agent who informed me that because my divorce was …