Art Stroll Through Port Angeles Fine Arts Center’s Webster Woods Sculpture Garden
Last week I had the opportunity to stroll the more accessible, gradual gravel path in Webster Woods, which offers a dramatic view toward the Strait. I encountered some beautiful large works in the open air exhibit.
Among them was my 2025 Poetry in the Park placard, “Varied Ixoreus Thrush,” as part of “Summer Music.” You may listen to my reading of this poem on the PAFAC website.
Photographs by Laura E. Garrard.
Moth Cathedral by Heather Dawn Sparks.A Seat in the Trees by Jennifer Kapnek
The Chroma Zone by Jennifer Kapnek
A rock providing intelligent prose! When asking, “Who am I, What Should I do?,” perhaps we look to what we love!
Finishing Line Press will publish my first chapbook with presales beginning November 24, 2025! Get ready to reserve your copy for a March 2026 release.
Book Synopsis
Laura E. Garrard received a call that many of us fear. She thought she was a healthy person with an injury, and instead she harbored a rare blood cancer called multiple myeloma. In her poetry chapbook, Paddling the Sweet Spot Between Life and Death, Garrard’s lyricism and vivid narratives illuminate living in the “narrow exception of movement” during a time of acute uncertainty. Readers journey with the author and her body through grief, surrender and recovery to plant their hands in earth, swim with dolphins, and run with the salmon. Garrard’s free-spoken style and vulnerable honesty invite readers into her desperation, determination, entreaty and joy. She asks, “What is a human without honor?” Her poignant observations demonstrate how we live and die, simultaneously, and that the present moment is the sweet spot of survival. Garrard’s poetry asks us to destigmatize death and disease in a culture that reveres youth and health, so that we all may live fully. As cancer permeates our communities like never before, this collection is a gift of renewal.
Photo by Pete Will.
Garrard is a Pushcart Prize nominee and finalist in Bellevue Literary Review’s John & Eileen Allman Prize for Poetry. Her work also appears in TulipTree Review, Amethyst Review, The Madrona Project, Silver Birch, and others. She writes a cancer poetry series, Poetry That Fits, for Penn Medicine’s OncoLink.org.
Endorsements
Laura E. Garrard’s poems are courageous compass-settings for navigating a place of balance and bodily, emotional and spiritual contending. She is fighting a life threatening cancer in language both nuanced and frontal. “Living is precious / The trick is / Not wanting it too much / Not calling death closer.” I finished the book feeling greatly uplifted. Its cargo is a true teaching of how to live daily on the shifting edge of our own mortality and that of those we love.
—Tess Gallagher, author of Is, Is Not
In her chapbook poetry collection, Paddling the Sweet Spot Between Life and Death, the first line of Laura E. Garrard’s poem, “Humbled,” reads I am cleaved by lightning. Garrard navigates a world of illness, the inherent fears of death that are overcome by an instinct for survival, the gripping complexities within the process of healing. The experiences of these poems by Laura E. Garrard reveal that for every corridor of grief there are as many rooms of sustaining light, and that is very human, that’s being much alive.
—Gary Copeland Lilley, poet and author of Raven on the Moaners’ Bench and The Bushman’s Medicine Show
Kudos to Laura E. Garrard for writing honest poems that question the familiar trope of vanquishing cancer, asking: “Why fight against / Death as if it were a foe?” Instead, Garrard listens to her body with compassion, embarking on a journey to bring her life into balance and find that “sweet spot of flow called letting go.” These vivid, sensory poems take us along as she swims in the wake of spotted dolphins, sees messages in barn swallows at play, and listens to alders at the edge of the lake where she finds peace. In the end, we arrive at her epiphany with gratitude for her hard-earned wisdom: “The closer we are to the glass door of death / The freer we are to cornerstone live.”
—Holly J. Hughes, author of Passings, winner of an American Book Award
TulipTree Review‘s Publisher and Editor-in-Chief Jennifer Top nominated my 2024 Merit Prize winning poem, “Hugging Alder,” for a Pushcart Prize. This honor is difficult to write about because I was quite surprised and grateful. So that you can read it easily, here is a link to a second contest I have entered it into, The Nature of Our Times: Poems on America’s Lands, Waters, Wildlife, and Other Natural Wonders. It will be considered for publication in an anthology published by Paloma Press of California in connection with the Kent State Wick Center and PoetsforScience.org. Originally, TulipTree published the poem in Stories That Need to be Told, 2024.
Sienna satin waves roll through dusk, Clean expectations of what’s next, Unknowing heartens my hold, Fall wind unfastens the shoulds, Driftwood carves its own art.
I will receive purpose like a loving child, Tune and pick that old guitar As an eager beginner, Promise the cloud-frothing pastels I will paint them yet in watercolor.
Light dims my stiffened hands home Among wafts of camp spaghetti, Damp leaves, frost coming, and pine. Gentle I go past tree-huddled teens In black T-shirts, jeans and goosebumps.
I’m far from that age but recall Their vast empty calling cards And loose anticipation With a hint of driving rain. I will find my youth again.
Copyright 2024 Laura E. Garrard All photography by Laura E. Garrard
Solstice Psalm
The long night says become still, prepare. Oh how I fight being held, like a squirmy child, lips tight, head turned from sticky cherry syrup offered on a spoon from mother’s hand. I try too hard to heal myself when I need to fall like sleep into god’s keep, the arms of an ancient wood.
I will read three poems at Imprint Bookstore’s event, Jan. 20 6:30-8:30 p.m. Port Townsend, Washington.
There is limited capacity, so arrive early and please be flexible.
There will be fifteen poets reading related to Togetherness in a time for Solidarity and Resilience. I will address stigmas related to chronic illness. This will be a time of community, hope, reassurance, and encouragement!
I will read two poems from Inspired by Art: Olympic Authors & Artists: “Doors of Unknown Significance” and “Salmon Parent.” Many other poets published in this anthology will read as well.
This anthology includes ekphrastic poetry in response to talented local artists and photographers (including Olympic Peaks Camera Club). Their works have exhibited this year at Studio Bob’s, the Blue Whole Gallery, and Port Angeles Fine Arts Center.
On Saturday, Oct. 19, 2-4 p.m., at the Seattle Central Public Library (1000 Fourth Ave, Seattle, WA 98104) poets will read their poems about and take their stands against hate and bigotry.
My contribution will be “Stigmatized and Written Off,” a poem from my full-length (unpublished) cancer poetry memoir. This poem first published on OncoLink.com last month. It touches on the stigma of chronic or terminal disease.
Our culture glorifies youth and often stigmatizes the sick. We don’t deal well with death or the dying either. Oftentimes, cancer patients are dumped by friends and spouses. Also, they can be discriminated against, even by healthcare providers who make global assumptions based on cancer diagnosis. My poem brings these things to light.
Meanwhile, cancer patients are living. This diagnosis is different for each patient with specific circumstances of individuals. Plus, every human dies…we don’t know when. So what’s the deal with this type of discrimination and disempowerment? Let’s get real – disease happens, and to those who take good care of themselves too. A person isn’t a disease nor a disability. A person is a person is a person is a person.
Three close friends of mine opt out. The last thing said, It’s treatable right? Yesterday I read an athlete obit, Younger man dies in a kayak accident. So alive was he, everyone in shock, His abrupt memorial packed no doubt. But what of those who linger on?
Letting go is a large lesson In life and death facing. There’s almost an inward scoff, No more energy for outward response To those unconsciously saying, Sorry that you’ve got cancer cells Running all over your body, Or, So, you’re going to do the Killing yourself thing to live. Yes, these things are said. Surprised? By ignorance, False confidence, in a culture That worships youth and wealth? Well, I don’t plan to die just yet – Is that okay with you? And not every subsequent health issue Is another cancer—Sorry, Does this disappoint your need To assume that for me it’s all over?
I’m folding myself into poetry batter, Yes, writing myself in For whatever time I have to spend, And with those friends who Will have me outlive them. Dumped due to an impending death – You’re damn right I care about that. Aren’t we all headed that way? Most don’t deny and set me aside. I thank God for this every day.
I am proud that a new poetry series based on my unpublished manuscript is appearing on OncoLink, the Net’s first cancer information website. This site is associated with Penn Medicine and provides information to patients, caregivers and medical staff internationally. One handy feature is a thorough database of cancer meds, what they do and their possible side effects.
My poems appear on their Creative Inspiration page under Patients: Support and in a dedicated section, Poetry That Fits. This title suggests my authentic poetic responses to the situations and emotions I have faced as well as the sardonic irreverent tone that is often necessary. Spirituality and hope are undercurrents yet I don’t hide the grit, the fits.
My first poem has published this week and five more, one per week, will post in this set. I hope that those with cancer, and those who care for and about them, will find validation, healing, resonance, and further understanding of this unique stressful experience in our culture.
I wrote most of my poems in real time–as incidents, thoughts and emotions unfolded–then edited them into a full-length poetry memoir about the two years following a diagnosis of a plasmacytoma tumor then progression to multiple myeloma. Every time I reread my book, I underline the importance of present-minded living for myself and review the wisdom this challenge has taught me… is still teaching me.
You may relate having navigated a different turnpike. I hope these poems offer solace and company through your own traumatic events and uninvited adaptations. None of us are isolated in our struggles when we share, listen and find common ground.
Reading of “The More Moments I Find Prismatic, the Less Dark My Attic.”
The order of this first segment of poems will appear as follows:
“The More Moments I Find Prismatic, The Less Dark My Attic”
“The First Axe Falls”
“Stigmatized and Written Off”
“Looking Out, Looking In”
“I Don’t Have All the Answers”
“I Can’t Go Back”
If you would like to find out more about my unpublished full-length manuscript, fill out the form below and click, Contact Us. Currently, I am entering my book into contests and submitting it to small presses for possible publication.
I am reading my published poem, “My Mother’s Parents Free Ranged,” along with other Cookbook authors at the Olympic Peninsula Authors’ open mic-night, February 16, at 6 p.m. There is also a Zoom livestream!
The evening will begin with the special journal readings, then followed by an open-mic.
The location: 609 W. Washington Street at KSQM in the SE corner of the Sequim Village Shopping Center.
Other writers are welcome to read their work following the special readings. Readings are timed to 5 minutes per author, and you may read prose, poetry, fiction, or nonfiction.
The Port Angeles Fine Arts Center and Olympic Peninsula Authors selected this poem of mine for their “Under the Canopy” 2023 Poetry in the Park outdoor exhibit in Webster Woods.
All photographs by Laura E. Garrard, Copyright 2023.
The actual tree I lean against and call “Charlie.”
Artist credits for Webster Woods sculptures (top to bottom, left to right): Brandon Zebold, “Offering;” David Eisenhour, “Watershed Notes;” Micajah Bienvenu, “Pi a la Mode;” Steve Jensen, “Suspended Canoe Adrift;” Community Nature Weaving from Summertide 2023 with assistance from MarySue French; Steve Belz, “Sky Gazer;” Laura E. Garrard, “Butterflies Flurry While I Recline on ‘Sky Gazer’.”
Poetry In Time 