William WrenAn Automatic Needs a GuyAn automatic needs a guy It’s Monday, “What’s to do?” Open fire and spray some hell Kill a crowd or twoOct 3, 2017Oct 3, 2017
William WrenPrayer PoemI tried to write a prayer. I didn’t have success. Like letters, prayers are pointless If you haven’t an address.Sep 24, 2017Sep 24, 2017
William WrenThe Wine Ever BitterThe water; the land The kiss; the embrace The blood and the bread The tribe saying grace The Faith and the Law The altar; the Church The…Sep 20, 2017Sep 20, 2017
William WrenWinter CruzYou look so pitiful now, scrutinizing rheumy eyed, your mantle all in tatters. Yet you remain you despite the absent hair, lost teeth…Aug 30, 2017Aug 30, 2017
William WrenBilly Wren’s CanadaPicaroon beer; wine from the Okanagan. A kernel of Taber corn in my teeth from a cob roasted over a fire.Jun 30, 2017Jun 30, 2017
William WrenLittle Orange BallWhat canine with its chomping jaw will defeat you? What mouth of slavering mutt, fierce with teeth, will break you with its bite? What…May 9, 2017May 9, 2017
William WrenBy Meters or By MilesBy meters or by miles over fences, over stiles, my path the solitude of highways, enduring every weather’s trials. Through parking lots of…May 8, 2017May 8, 2017
William WrenNew Brunswick is WaterNew Brunswick is water continually flowing to rivers and bays and the ocean, Atlantic. It dribbles and floods, gushes and spurts, a pause…May 6, 20171May 6, 20171
William WreninTrifling BurblesI Am Always GoingI am always going I am always stoppedApr 16, 2017Apr 16, 2017
William WrenScrew Leadership: In Praise of the FollowerIf everyone is leading, who is following? Who does a leader lead? It’s a recipe for chaos.Nov 4, 2014Nov 4, 2014
