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With A Brush Like The Hand Of A Drowning Man

John Grey·July 31, 2018

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With A Brush Like The Hand Of A Drowning Man

written by: John Grey

in a cement park
the rocky bones of chess players

color plait
of summer
catalpas & mimosas

joggers smug
each footstep touching down
like a needle on vinyl

deft
roller-skaters
twisting skateboarders
anything to upset a still-life canvas

a bard
who knows better than the crowd

a woman corroding her torso
with sunspots

is the world incomplete
without this?

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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review. Latest book, “Leaves On Pages” is available through Amazon.

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A textbook example of nominative determinism, Lou Storey has always been a storyteller, a fact well illustrated in his art and in his writing. His careers have reflected that as well, first as a creator of idea-based exhibitions for museums, and later as a psychotherapist employing narrative therapies. His art and his writing share qualities of rich texture and detail, examining our capacity to be absurd while allowing a measure of forgiveness for our foibles. Storey and his husband Steve retired in 2021 and moved from New Jersey to Savannah Georgia. “We love everything about Savannah, it is like a city that looks like a park and thinks it’s a small town. Best of all, we can grow bananas in the backyard!”

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