Author Archives: Greg Wright

after Anne Peck’s paintings Competitive birds, we, as if we have not enough air or sunflower seed in this world.

Lunch time on the playground and I sit with my barnyard lunchbox on the curb by the foursquare court.

Just south of Cannon Beach North on the river’s opposite shore our desperate companion towers over the bank of the Methow.

or, Meet Me in St. Diego Ding ding ding rang the dinghyWell, not really the dinghyBut the bell on the dinghy

The carcass of a doe has lain for weeks in a graveled ditch on Twin Lakes road. The lower half is gone but the upper torso rears back its head in rigored anguish.

an Israeli and a Palestinian walk into a bar together

September. Court is in session again, a darkness on the edge of our town. Winthrop’s vultures have returned to their perches in the forked snag.

On a hillside above Twin Lakes Road a hand-painted sign beside a rugged cross reads, “In loving memory of Josh and Rachel— you will be in our hearts always.”

Population: Obstinate In the family of gateway towns north of Yellowstone National Park Whitehall rightly self-identifies as the neglected youngest brother.