Michael Wright
@michael-wright45.bsky.social
Poet, novelist, playwright, director, photographer. Buddhist. Liberal as fuck.
Novels: The Baltimore Trilogy; Shooting the Moon in the Crescent City. Short Story collection: Purely Gone and Other Departures; Poetry collection: Blue Morning Light.
Novels: The Baltimore Trilogy; Shooting the Moon in the Crescent City. Short Story collection: Purely Gone and Other Departures; Poetry collection: Blue Morning Light.
No matter the wave
of cattails in the swamp,
sunlight patch in the grove
is sunlight,
surf splashes back
to surf.
Each step is one away
from being born is being,
becoming the end
of ourselves ending
what we have become,
always to forge ahead,
the perfect gift
of this life.
of cattails in the swamp,
sunlight patch in the grove
is sunlight,
surf splashes back
to surf.
Each step is one away
from being born is being,
becoming the end
of ourselves ending
what we have become,
always to forge ahead,
the perfect gift
of this life.
January 31, 2025 at 8:35 PM
No matter the wave
of cattails in the swamp,
sunlight patch in the grove
is sunlight,
surf splashes back
to surf.
Each step is one away
from being born is being,
becoming the end
of ourselves ending
what we have become,
always to forge ahead,
the perfect gift
of this life.
of cattails in the swamp,
sunlight patch in the grove
is sunlight,
surf splashes back
to surf.
Each step is one away
from being born is being,
becoming the end
of ourselves ending
what we have become,
always to forge ahead,
the perfect gift
of this life.