Author Archives: Greg Wright

Unsafe Regions

Antartificial speech is not compiled as is programmed computer code; granted, it does have a grammar, but it is not, as a rule, rigorous— nor enforced at the time the words intended for end users are composed.

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Passages

The morning of February 20 a pair of eagles took flight from a nearby Ponderosa past the windows of Ann Henry’s home and with them she also passed.       Survivors include daughter Cindy.

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Spooky Moon, Kooky Moose: Drowsy Spouse

The moon peeked out from shrouds of cloud Suspended over the chuck-holed road: It wasn’t supposed to be there. No: Forecasters forecast snow, and loads.

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The Road Taken

or, Passing Through Twisp on a Snowy Evening with more than a passing nod to Frost Bound for Carlton on Mid-fall’s Day I trailed a train of cars in chains thrashing through a drifting snow. Rainy Pass had shut behind.

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Logogony

In memoriam: Dr. Paul Wesley Sartin February 24, 1989 – July 17, 2022

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Winthrop Woman

It’s a small town and still you haven’t seen her daily wanderings on the boardwalk and shoulders of Highway 20

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The Bitter Angles of Our Nature

Sex is no sin, but the regular disbursal of my indulgence may greatly accrue to the inequity of human trafficking; I am thankful for my sacred daily bread, but my excess supplies pressure to beleaguered bare tables in Burundi.

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Restorator

After Jedediah Smith, 1827 Are you surprised to discover that mountain men know what the various marks of punctuation mean and can string a few words together, properly spelt?

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Waving Goodbye

For the sixth time you asked if we knew how you fell in love with your husband but you had no problem, oddly, recalling how to win a game of Five Crowns.

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Hard Masters1845, Alto California

after James Clyman January 1 Cloudy and warm in fact a coat has been but little needed this winter

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