Author Archives: Greg Wright

The One Rule

There is only one rule of any real value, and it is this: That one must first demonstrate mastery of a rule before one may earn the right to break it.

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Love Storms

Lightning never rings the doorbell It’s more the unanticipated guest A nocturnal moving of your favored cheese Or an arresting act of God

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I Will

I will be the one who holds you I will have your back I will never disappoint you, baby Never jump the tracks

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Big Creek #2

I looked down at my feet I hadn’t counted on three Inches of compact snow

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Done Unto Others?

No one who performs a miracle in my name will soon be able to speak evil of me. Anyone who is not against us is for us. If anyone gives you even a cup of water because you belong to … Continue reading

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A New Way of Learning

I have filled my frontal lobe With facts and figures Which have brought me to the edge Of inanity There’s something missing

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Is Jesus the Only Way?

My late wife, in her final years, was fond of pointing out that the parabolic shepherd is the one who does the seeking; the sheep merely wander and get lost. In Jenn’s case, it was certainly true that Divine Perseverance … Continue reading

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A New Day

On one morning each year, the arc of the rising sun passes in just the right place through the bare January tress so that its first rays fall upon the chair in which I sit to read. It so happened … Continue reading

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Our “18” Days in Scotland

What follows is a more-or-less realtime journal of this month’s travels to Scotland to celebrate our 18th Anniversary. 18 days abroad! Right now we’re on layover at Frankfurt before heading to Aberdeen.

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Ode on a Bust of A. O. Scott

A monument to movies’ gilded mage Stands in a vaunted, vaulted sepulcher. The sculptor—like the critic, just as sage— Has chiseled (as Scott’s learnèd pen) assured.

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