John Grey

John Grey There was that hour when I was in the house alone, outside was on the cusp of light… Read More »My Home Alone Story

Boy and Butterfly     He’s been insulted, spat at, knocked down. He’s turned the other way, wiped himself clean,… Read More »JOHN GREY

John Grey   Subway wheels squeal on track. Car horns blast. Babies scream. Mothers scold kids. Briefcases slap against the… Read More »Five Senses in the City

John Grey   The language applies equally to the telephone-poled west coast. and the overpowering belief             that city waste… Read More »The Use of Language