poem by Greg Hall, copyright 2012 I DON’T KNOW What woke me Was the shoe On fire In the closet, And the reason I walked To work was The panther; How she got Into my car And locked The door, I… Read More ›
poem by Greg Hall
THANK YOU BLACK SPARROW
Hi Bea, I have wonderful news and a gift for you. I found that poem Greg crumpled up into a ball and I saved. Its a gem. Please post it with my compliments. Since he gave it to me, well….. Read More ›
WALKING TO THE NORTHERN BEACH ALONE
by Greg Hall, copyright 1997, 2009 Despite the wind There is nothing here But my footprints When I return)— The summer broken And the autumn still smoking The winter Wounded to death— Roses are rising Inside the breasts Of the… Read More ›
When God Is A Woman
by Greg Hall copyright 2008 The full-breasted daughters of ocean Arrive inside the white arms of night This is the hollow hour when sleep Suddenly is driven out with pine-branches The hour of three inside its long tunnel Resounds with… Read More ›
THE RIVERS RUN AWAY IN THEIR OWN DIRECTION AND VANISH TO FLOW UNDER OTHER SKIES
by Greg Hall, copyright 2007, 2008 This world may never change Though a grain of sand and the wide curve of sky Change every instant Every man a rip-tide breaking on himself Every woman an undertow The fluid knots tying… Read More ›
ODE TO WOLFMAN GREGGIE
by Greg Hall copyright 2008 When I was born my father wore a lab coat The first words audible were “it’s alive, it’s al-l-l-l-ive … ” Igor stood by and told the old man “I’m glad your first child is… Read More ›
Eos: The Creative Context 