words
The Distances So far
In three oceans,
On two seas,
With uncounted planktonic waves
Breaking on sand and stone;
I saw standing on those shores,
C.V.
I was born too early and half dead
But survived the angry red scar of my birth.
An early outcast,
I learned the comfort and solitude of libraries
And lived alongside the lives
revealed in books.
The Jaguar
Sleeps in the grey shed out back
She lounges in the magnolia tree by the house
Enjoying the secret citrus scent of those flowers
Rat Solstice
A viral mist flooded the blood of the human world and the vascular walls of bodies thinned out. The senses atrophied and breath drifted
toward its own drowning.
An elongated time settled into the tedium and the fear.
The architecture of alphabets collapsed
dismembered by misinterpretation.
The Escapist
Having seen enough of the gleeful struggle
in the slaughter circus of money
for a paradise of violence
Having heard enough of the disharmonic choir
singing grey rainbow hymns
of religious infirmity
Greg has been creating handmade prints for over 35 years featuring work in various galleries.
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