Gregory Orr Poems
|3.||Gathering the Bones Together||3/25/2017|
|4.||On a Highway East of Selma, Alabama||3/25/2017|
|7.||Self-Portrait at Twenty||3/25/2017|
|9.||The World Seems…||3/25/2017|
|10.||Untitled [I know now the beloved]||3/25/2017|
|12.||A House Just Like His Mother's||12/17/2014|
|13.||This Is What Was Bequeathed Us||3/7/2015|
Comments about Gregory Orr
A black biplane crashes through the window
of the luncheonette. The pilot climbs down,
removing his leather hood.
He hands me my grandmother's jade ring.
No, it is two robin's eggs and
a telephone number: yours.