HER NAME
The entire class
detest the eyes
that match so evenly
the brown cheeks and brow
and glitter like the gemstones
that dangle from her coffee-colored arms. 164 more words
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John Grey
CACTUS
CACTUS
John Grey
I wouldn’t recommend the roadside.
And not on such a desert straightaway
where every passing car
kicks up a cloud of dust. 80 more words
The Archaeologists / Aye Aye Captain
by John Grey
THE ARCHAEOLOGISTS
They dug up the skeleton of a boy.
They wept, two thousand years too late.
And here were the remains of a hunchback. 333 more words
Previous Feature: John Grey
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Cape Rock, Columbia Review, and Homestead Review, with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Poem, 605 more words
Double Duty
By: John Grey
He plays a musical saw
because it’s the easiest instrument to learn
and he can sit it on his lap,
rub a bow across the blade… 170 more words
IN THE GARDEN
A Poem by John Grey
Some petals are dressed in royal purple
Others apprise me of their sound.
A few carry a smidgen of bee. 171 more words
Poem by John Grey
Suburbanites
A suburb on a gray day
and faces at windows
seem drawn with a graphite pencil –
a bedroom community
where low clouds
get the feeling exactly – 82 more words
