Dusty Grein is a retired Managing Editor of a small press publishing company—as well as a graphics designer, author, and poet. Originally from Federal Way, Washington, he is a lifetime resident of the Pacific Northwest. He has five children, and 24 grandchildren, who keep his off hours full.
His critically acclaimed best-selling novel, The Sleeping Giant, and his first poetry collection, A Mist Shrouded Path, are available in print and as Kindle Select titles. His shorter works and award-winning poetry have been published in several collections, including Chicken Soup for the Soul, OWS Inked, and The Quarterday Review.
An ACP certified poet and self-proclaimed neo-classicist, his poetic focus is on keeping metered poetry fresh and alive–both the classic forms of yesterday and the newest ones of today. He is a consulting editor for the Quarterday Review and a contributing member of the Society of Classical Poets. Several of his how-to essays on writing classical poetry are available online.
His blog, From Grandpa’s Heart… is followed by fans around the world.
Read his poetry here.
The form and theme both sound to me like Herbert. Alienation may be a perennial problem, but in its form…
Christ! I hope these things are inedible. The only things creepier I have seen are tardigrades.
I do take their phones. There's no shame in cheating these days. It's all about what you can get away…
Somehow, this poem made me think of Roger Bacon and Jacob Boehme, which is altogether a good thing. If only…
Thanks, Cynthia. It's been 800 years since the radically exuberant Francis left us one of the greatest of lyrics. I've…