Author Archives: Greg Wright

One Helluva Tip

Let’s say a man owns 10,000 sheep What is the loss of a single lamb to him? What is the loss of just ten In any given year?

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Beastquake Before Christmas

‘Twas four days ‘fore Christmas, and all through the house The Hawk fans were cheering—yes, even my spouse. The Cardinals were trailing; they needed a score: Like, maybe a pick-six—plus one touchdown more! The Seahawks deployed in a one-wideout set, … Continue reading

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Theodicy

/θiːˈɒdɪsi/—in its most common form, theodicy is the attempt to answer the question of why a good God permits the manifestation of evil. I hate my skin I hate every trillionth cell of it

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Behold the Lamb

Behold the lamb The lamb which is to be slain Not twelve days hence bore I This lamb upon my shoulder Mud and sweat leaching past my brow The lamb’s wool matted and bloody

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In the Valley of Vision

Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. The time came for the nail to be removed. As I made my way to the feast An alarm came from the tower watchman Night is coming and chariots … Continue reading

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The Impastor

I am a nail in the door of the fold Entombed in cypress from before my time Dead and rusty, I go neither in nor out

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The Immaculate

EXTERIOR ESTABLISHING SHOT DAY The back lawn of a rustic lodge In the distance, across an inlet Late-summer peaks bare of snow In the foreground A long emerald hedge Immaculately groomed

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The Comfort of Pain

Be forewarned: what follows is written from a very personal and biased perspective, and is not at all intended as normative discourse or prescriptive therapy for others. It may even come off as self-absorbed, blindered, and off the rails. So … Continue reading

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Mutineers

Eighteen years with crick in ’er back Woe ho ho and a wineskin o’ pain Drink nor the devil will cut no one slack Woe ho ho and a wineskin o’ pain

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So It Begins

A righteous storm you say is coming A maelstrom of fire and judgment The strongest among us will burn like straw And our own evil deeds will spark the blaze

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