Author Archives: Greg Wright

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.

The bearded seal suns on a floe while a polar bear stalks it nearby Biologists say it can smell its prey up to twenty miles distant

“The female       is like             a deformity                   of the male.” ~Aristotle What sleight of manguage did not morph cow to fe-bull,

choosing allofthewords is not poesy