Poetry Drawer: The Empty Forest: Her Seventieth: He’s the Champion of the World: Sitting by the Pool, Watching the Swimmer: A Year of Solitude: The Usual by John Grey

The Empty Forest Your reflection is gone.Mine is all that’s leftin these waters. Your voice isn’t here either.The woods are full of bird song,a rustle or two in the brushes,but nothing human. In the house,you’re merely missing. But here,in the … Continue reading

Poetry Drawer: Dragonfly: The Contract: The Dating Game is for the Birds: Why There Must be a Garden: A Couple Parking: Manhattan From Brooklyn Heights by John Grey

DRAGONFLY You’re expertat skimming thepond’s dank surface. Whatever it isyou feed onI can’t seeso I don’t miss. You squeeze so much colourinto such a small frame. And, so instinctive,your wings beatwithout bothering your brain. THE CONTRACT On an overhead wire,a … Continue reading

Poetry Drawer: Roll the Film, Gotham: Regarding my Creation: The Fruit of Middle Age: Romance: The Saga of my Office: At the Border by John Grey

Roll the Film, Gotham The source of nightfinally enters the city.Unwedded to sense,it conjures up a storm.An effort to become wholethrough union with anotheris thwarted by a stab of lightning,a roll of thunder.An imaginary picture in the mindis set aflame.So … Continue reading

Poetry Drawer: Adolescence: She Was Eighty Seven When She Died: Whatever Happened to Freeform Radio: On a Stretch of Arizona Highway: The Carved Giraffe by John Grey

Adolescence Despite his friends’ warnings,he fell in love with a red-haired girl.He took his feelings outside in the open,beat up a kid who said she had cooties.And was suspended from high school for his troubles. The red-haired girl is in … Continue reading