Methow September Memorial, 2020

Descended smoke thick as Beijing smog
Cell phone coverage and landlines out
All ties cut to the world-wide web
Blackout during The Deathly Hallows
Reverting to buckets for toting water
Patterson mountain seemingly moved
Faith that someone will bring it back

      Stepping outside to fill my lungs
      with California pine, Oregon grape,
      Detroit market, Malden barn—
      Omak child.

Holding that breath as night falls

Exhaling, remembering 9-11
Worse, remembering 9-12

I would count my lucky stars
      if only I could

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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