Author Archives: Greg Wright

Come, gather ’round and square your minds with an aquiline profile

The love that blossoms from the bud which perishes unfolds forever.

Tell me, are you amazed at the African mud swallow which builds its tiny nest on the sides of tall reeds

Many-faceted shining bits     of what we said and did, they filter softly down     and crowd around my knees.

every   poem          is a            camel

69 Down, “Ascend, 2 wds.”:  G-O-U-P 70 Down, “Rose sniffer”:  N-O-S-E 87 Across, “Yearn for.”

I came to the river at breaking of day, and dropped into clear, still waters.

My sensible backyard fence has nothing             against winter quail. It stands six feet tall to keep out dogs             and keep in tension.