Poems by John Grey

GUITAR   The oldest, dearest friend I have and yet there's never been a poem about you, my precious guitar of steel on spruce and melancholy sweet tone.   I rest you on my lap so you can play for me, touch your frets, your strings lightly like tapping in a combination number that will … Continue reading Poems by John Grey

Haiku 279-289

By Thomas Page   279 A Pavlov’s bell rings In the ears of the students Who belt out old songs.   280 People speak fondly Of ghosts who do not shine new Lights of their being   281 Fear, like an unattended Tea kettle, boils With frightening power   282 Change is a flavor Of … Continue reading Haiku 279-289