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Robert Wrigley: Self-Pity

Sometimes, in private—another room at least,
another building all the better—you can bask
in the balm and rage of it, you can as a dog does
roll in it like a dead fish on the grass

March 5, 2023 · 18 Comments

Video: Robert Wrigley reads ‘American Fear’

In this long poem about the present disfunction of American society, Robert Wrigley ‘tells all the truth, but makes it sing.’

February 19, 2023 · 11 Comments

Robert Wrigley: By the Edge of that Water

She wandered to him
through a crowd of thousands
before an outdoor concert by the Grateful Dead.

May 26, 2022 · Leave a comment

Robert Wrigley: What She Said

She said to him, Oh, Jack, what have they done?

November 22, 2020 · 8 Comments

Robert Wrigley: The Consciousness of Everything

That time’s lost now, when a stone could hurt,
when a feather missed its wing,
when sky kissed clouds and grass kissed dirt
and nothing thought itself just a thing.

May 26, 2020 · 4 Comments

Robert Wrigley: Two Poems

they rise and form their three- or four-bird patrols
leaving the haunted campus behind,
until the priest raven perches alone and calls,
in search of the people none of them can find.

April 9, 2020 · 1 Comment

Robert Wrigley: A Walk

Can they tell we are different, the deer?

March 28, 2020 · 5 Comments

Robert Wrigley: Taking Care

Tornillo, Texas   It must be assumed that the caretakers— if that’s what they are called and not guards— are kind.  If not parents then parental in appropriately incarcerative ways. … Continue reading

November 28, 2018 · 3 Comments

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