william greenway

High Heaven by William Greenway for Rosalee He who loves give a hostage to fortune. —Nietzsche Another stinking diaper to thank God for, why we traveled all the way to Bethlehem, Alabama, to get this, slept in a crummy motel for a month waiting for her to be born, mud-wrestled every bureaucrat in the state, pressing … [Read more…]

IN HEAVEN IT IS ALWAYS AUTUMN by William Greenway after John Donne It all seemed to happen that same year we lived in England, every hill golden with the turning beeches, crimson apples in the orchard by our cottage muted pink by the mist rising off the river reflecting the upside down palette of it … [Read more…]