Articles by John Grey

Poem

John Grey is an Australian born poet, recently published in Oyez Review, Rockhurst Review and Spindrift with work upcoming in New Plains Review, Leading Edge and Louisiana Literature.

"...in shimmering death-light..."

..."They see the flash, the echo of your heat..."

"...I'm not the shadows... but they take my orders."

"... fallen fanged angels...kin to your own deep desire..."

"...She might have had young girl dreams..."

"...Surely, a beast would be an improvement..."

"...so none of you will go back to your hovels disappointed..."

"We tried to introduce Shakespeare..."

"...it's a pilgrim's heartbreak..."

"...The wild has given so much pleasure over the years..."

"...So smug in its swallowing. Its momentary blip was like licked lips..."

"...Such substitute for bearings when bytes and bits are smoking ganja..."

"...unknowable matter..."

Not the 'final frontier' -- but it'll do for tonight...

"...You only had to prove you were insane..."

"...shouldn't we have stayed an hour more..."

We walk through it, we swim in its air...

"...in addition to being me..."

"...hearts, birds, brains and mountains crumble into a long dust sigh..."

"...They even do the work we do..."

You might have done things differently, but this ship has long since sailed...

"...Where are the worm-holes?.."

"...what creatures from other planets would be like..."

"...the ocean floor is one great sideways creep..."

"...It's the latest, sexiest, of professions..."

"...that synthetic hair sure does billow in the breeze..."

"...diffracted, now we're laser-interacted..."

"...Did I hear you say you can't afford me?..."

"...under this ground is not our element..."

"...they all have perfect bodies..."

"...the meaning's no more clear than the creaking of a floorboard..."

"...we'll be like this always..."

"...in search of a compatible sun..."

"If we came away with any lasting image from your planet..."

"...hit over the head with a busted Astrogon..."

"...in that gray area that eyes mistake for darkness..."

"...the universe is more out here than back there..."

"...and surely there's something out there..."

"...it's the time of the intergalactic nerd..."

"...brought to life by the games of lights..."

"...Search-drones scour the space-lanes..."

"...a simple uncritical inroad to a complex art..."

"...a chronicler of vegetation unknown on earth..."

"...think a porch swing on a crisp October afternoon..."

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review.

"...an Earthling's point of no return..."

"...cold, dead rock, and an airless atmosphere..."

"...the creatures from the earth’s core..."

"...smothered his fire, turned his lights gray..."

"...our job is to communicate..."

"...There are cameras enough..."

"...each life form struggles and strains to survive..."

"...If it were human..."

"...It smells something strange – human..."

"...I bet you can’t do this..."