April 2026 - MICHAEL GRAY

Send Me a Sign

After all these years Why would I want a sign? Seven years in now, I’m doing pretty well. And at 83, I’ll soon know...

–For Dan I’m borrowing a line from my poet friend Who probably won’t be transcribing any more travel logs During the rest of his...

I don’t sleep very well But that doesn’t explain The feeling I have this morning That if I’m dead, I don’t know it. Just...

I’ve been reading a book of poems Sent to me by a friend Trying to learn how it’s done From someone who knows himself...

Seven years ago, on the Saturday before Easter Sunday, Good Friday already passed, my leg cast was blue. I was standing outside your locked...

This morning I remembered an old dream. In the dream I am upstairs In the house I grew up in My father is outside...