Biography of Garnet Robbie
I was born on the Canadian prairies, in Swift Current, Saskatchewan, or Speedy Creek as it is called. Having lived many places in Canada, I decided to try overseas for awhile and for the past eight years I have been in China. My writing mostly hangs around waiting for something better, so I spend too much time looking through other people's stuff.
Garnet Robbie's Works:
Rumour has it that my poem 'Siddhartha' was published somewhere a long time ago, but I never found out where.
Garnet Robbie Poems
Lover, do not lay blame: it is the pain of your own desire
This pen has a universe trapped within it There are suns and moons
When I meet angels My heart rises Higher than I am
Soft, dry, gray dust, ankle deep, covered my feet.
Siddartha, I know you. I have known your pain. I have heard the laughter And I have touched the rain.
There are secrets that can't be told, whose reason cannot be explained,
Things all changed when Billy Collins walked across the Atlantic.
Uncivilized News of another lover of unspecified gender
supreme affliction: materialist complacency, swarming to defeat desire, milling about extinction.
Light And Shadow
My heart turns dark reading bad poetry: the same as when the volume's too high; the same as when the meaning's all gone,
The empty atrium forebodes the danger within, like the number thirteen or the spurious gesture
Snow falls round the lamppost Yesterday trips across my brow I hunger for revelation Like a raven on a wire
Forms Of Reason
I was walking down the street one day;
Quaint, I know, but arguably true,
when all at once and out of the blue,
an idea came into my view, hey!
Aha! says I, That's it! Yeah! Yes!
I considered and pondered, thought a bit,
Feels right, says I, This IS it!
I dreamed awhile about the possibilities,