Author Archives: Greg Wright

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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The Revenant

Hugh Glass lay in a shallow grave as much to keep his body warm as quicken interment of his corpse—

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“Prélude, Fugue et Variation, Op. 18”

after a performance by Awadagin Pratt He is a left-handed player in a right-handed world reading charts, away from left and toward the right, underscored by right-brained, right-handed composers. Even the baton which conducts is clutched in the right.

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Radical Leap of a Waking Mind

Curious is the fact that a sleeping being is altogether aware yet elects to ignore the waking world

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I Shall Also Remember

those who vow to never forget The Trail of Tears Antietam Sharpsburg Sand Creek The Little Bighorn

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And Then I Had a Stranger Dream

(With No Apologies to Ed McCurdy, nor to Pete Seeger, nor Simon and Garfunkle, &c.) Last night I had the strangest dream      I ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed      to put an end to war

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Lines from a STUDENT

Say it, man. Spell it out. Admit That your calculate words, woven Under and about this captive Doting audience have multiplied—

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Lines to a STUDENT

Study but solely me; play The part that binds you Until you must capitulate, Dreams to be relinquished,

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