Michael Gregory: Third Day of Christmas | Earth Air Wood Water Fire
Too many missing from this year’s mailing list.
Looking back I’m humbled to remember
how many stupid things I’ve done and survived
Michael Gregory: This is your mind as green slime mold
mingling molecules and attitudes
sinews and desires platitudes and functions
nervous circuits and circadian rhythms pure crap
and masterful conceptions
Michael Gregory: Two Songs (audio and text)
I went to the drugstore and I looked inside
Saw my good gal had upped and died
Hung my head down and I cried
Don’t want no more war
Michael Gregory: Battleship America
Most Americans, like most people in the world for the past hundred years, have lived with the threat of war hanging over them, or have been in actual combat. For … Continue reading
Michael Gregory: Two More Maryvale Kids
Two more Maryvale kids dead of leukemia. In Tucson they’re trying to suck the TCE down to “acceptable” levels. In Kingman it’s poison gas plants. In the San Pedro, nitrates … Continue reading
Michael Gregory: Dust
After they came down the dust was everywhere eyes ears and mouths inside and outside pulverized matter through every opening afflicting exposed tissue —sometimes mechanically: blocking … Continue reading
Michael Gregory: A Walk on Wet Ground
The memory of my country spoils my walk. Thoreau A wet morning. Gray. A little too warm for frost. Grackle and raven having their say. Some time … Continue reading
