Tag: John Grey
Four Poems|John Grey
MORNING IS Morning is a sparrow perched on a rooftop, trilling short sweet notes. Or a blue jay circling, hacking like an old man clearing his throat. It’s not me. It’s not my yawns. It’s not my knuckles rubbing their way into my eye sockets. Morning is always beyond the window. It’s a flower nudged […]
Four Poems| John Grey
THE GUITAR I pick up the guitar for no particular reason. It’s an old friend that I’ve neglected these past few years. I start with a simple e-chord, strum with the back of my fingers. I listen to the blend of strings, then pluck them one by one with my stunted nails. I prefer the […]
YOUR ACCEPTANCE OF YOUR PLACE IN THE WORLD|John Grey
YOUR ACCEPTANCE OF YOUR PLACE IN THE WORLD In the morning, you mull over the bloody reverie of last night, and why there’s not the same regret as there was in years long past. Werewolf. Damn that word. Why give it a different name than your own. You accept yourself. The hairy beast, the man […]
Two Poems|John Grey
THE IMMIGRANT’S TALE How did I reach the wall? One day I’m living in this small shack in the jungle. The next, the battle between soldiers and rebels razes a nearby village. I know there’ll be no justice done. So, I head north with a purpose. May I come into your country? […]