Greg McCainGOTV There used to be, maybe they're still around, I haven't seen them in a long while, a group of…Sep 12, 2019Sep 12, 2019
Greg McCainExpiredStill, I reach out to you. Why?! : You are to me as oxygen is to lungs. You fill me, expand me. Deprived of you I collapse, I struggle…Jun 26, 2019Jun 26, 2019
Greg McCaininThis Glorious MessPaths: Merging and Divergingwalking different pathsJan 26, 2018Jan 26, 2018
Greg McCaininThis Glorious MessYour Thighs Are My Balm in GileadYou’re an angel come to give me passage to the next realm come now at my hour of desperation a physical releaseAug 28, 2017Aug 28, 2017
Greg McCaininThis Glorious MessOne Line Poem *Abyss*Each time I’ve leaned over the edge and stared into the abyss, I and the abyss were torn asunder by a woman as equally damaged as myself…May 8, 20171May 8, 20171
Greg McCaininPoetry Under CoverNotes #1Skin pressing on skin as if along the shore of the lake between its rocky crags and…Apr 27, 2017Apr 27, 2017
Greg McCainDeath to AmericaThe great thing about living in an empire you can do or believe anything regardless of how your beliefs and actions distress those…Apr 21, 2017Apr 21, 2017
Greg McCainLove and Coffee Rings Have Irreparably Damaged My Surfaces Making What Exists Below the Outer Layer…Apr 21, 2017Apr 21, 2017
Greg McCaininThis Glorious MessThe Duty on Me to Define the MoonWords can turn the tumblers unlocking what till now was left unspoken but words can also bar the door preventing entryApr 7, 201713Apr 7, 201713