Author Archives: Greg Wright

for Nicole Ringgold @YardFood, Twisp The silversmith smiths     at her overworked bench,         an open secret behind garden shop walls.

I could ask how many lovers you’ve had     or when the last time was that you cried. I might pry into your innermost fears     and damage your psyche or pride.

The morning sun reflects a hundred thousand times     off Andalusian seas.

The seer sat at the postern gate and exchanged words with the pharisee thus: Our city is strong! We are surrounded by the walls of salvation! Strive to enter this narrow door for many who seek to will fail

Grant me a patient story. Read it in me slowly. End it with a whisper Gently calling it to rest.

What did Shackleton take his men out to see? A frigid flag shaking in the Antarctic breeze, marking the most extreme point of the planet? No, I tell you: something far greater than this.

I hadn’t lounged there Lazing in the sun For more than five minutes Before I saw her Pawing at my leg

We have shared so well, you and I, from love’s deep cup, and shall drink once more…

let us not speak of silences so sacred they are best unbroken