Poem for the Birds

birds on a telephone wire then a car backfires birds take off telephone wire sways I look up and once again birds on a telephone wire like any poet I grasp for the analogy meanwhile the birds leave for good this time leave nothing but the poem swaying ~ John Grey John Grey’s writing has […]

The Town Below

They flooded the town to build the dam. It’s buried two thousand feet or so below, some rotting homes, a hardware store of pig-iron rusting. Not much of a place so they said. And they swear that every corpse since the revolution was exhumed, replanted elsewhere. And the few who lived there gather on the […]