poem by Greg Hall

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 ›


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 ›