Richard Greene
@richardgreene.bsky.social
Canadian poet and biographer, his most recent book is Russian Roulette: The Life and Times of Graham Greene, published in North America as The Unquiet Englishman: A Life of Graham Greene, described in Private Eye as "woke" but "not half bad."
From my longish poem "Thole" on my late mother. It will be included in my next collection.
May 12, 2025 at 1:10 AM
From my longish poem "Thole" on my late mother. It will be included in my next collection.
I, with two more to help me,
Will hold the foe in play.
In yon strait path a thousand
May well be stopped by three.
Now who will stand on either hand,
And keep the bridge with me?"
("Horatius")
Will hold the foe in play.
In yon strait path a thousand
May well be stopped by three.
Now who will stand on either hand,
And keep the bridge with me?"
("Horatius")
March 2, 2025 at 9:55 PM
I, with two more to help me,
Will hold the foe in play.
In yon strait path a thousand
May well be stopped by three.
Now who will stand on either hand,
And keep the bridge with me?"
("Horatius")
Will hold the foe in play.
In yon strait path a thousand
May well be stopped by three.
Now who will stand on either hand,
And keep the bridge with me?"
("Horatius")
Scientists have reconstructed the face of Thomas Aquinas. He actually looks, to me, like a baseball scout considering a prospect and composing five proofs for the existence of his fastball.
February 6, 2025 at 2:43 AM
Scientists have reconstructed the face of Thomas Aquinas. He actually looks, to me, like a baseball scout considering a prospect and composing five proofs for the existence of his fastball.
My absurdly charming graduate students in creative writing marked the end of the course with a hand-drawn thank-you card, alluding to my forthcoming book of poems, and a bottle of Irish. What's not to like?
December 5, 2024 at 3:24 PM
My absurdly charming graduate students in creative writing marked the end of the course with a hand-drawn thank-you card, alluding to my forthcoming book of poems, and a bottle of Irish. What's not to like?